I'm Stressed out Man
See, I've been so stressed out, tryin' to numb myself out
I put a Fentanyl Patch in my cheek and sucked it out
Feelin' way better, walk it out
Baby girl, let's have a weddin' when I take you out
Now everybody I meet already know me
That mean they got their minds made up before I've even spoken
I've been feelin' so lonely, goddamn, been feelin' lonely
But I got my homie Oxycontin, Xanny bar beside me
Goddamn it, goddamn it
I'm cryin', I'm cryin' for nobody, nobody
I pulled out the wallet
I pulled out the wallet and bought the Versace
I don't even know why
You ever talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Is anyone there?
Is anyone, anyone, anyone there?
I feel like a prostitute sellin' myself and my art for this money
I ain't got food
I got this lean and these Xans in my tummy
Wish I was blissfully unaware
Wish I didn't care, wish I wasn't scared
Wish I didn't miss her
Wish I didn't kiss her, I'mma wish a wish away
I might have three felonies
Inside my pocket inside of the same bag
I might've failed a suicide
Right before I went into rehab
I always say fuck it
I always say fuck it, don't worry, it's nothing
I might've been distant
But it's only 'cause I was lookin' for something
I've been staring at the sun for too long
I've been thinking 'bout this stuff for too long
All this money, all this money is getting too long
I've been longing, I've been longing, too long
I've been staring at the sun for too long
I've been thinking 'bout this stuff for too long
All this money, all this money is getting too long
I've been longing, I've been longing, too long
I put a Fentanyl Patch in my cheek and sucked it out
Feelin' way better, walk it out
Baby girl, let's have a weddin' when I take you out
Now everybody I meet already know me
That mean they got their minds made up before I've even spoken
I've been feelin' so lonely, goddamn, been feelin' lonely
But I got my homie Oxycontin, Xanny bar beside me
Goddamn it, goddamn it
I'm cryin', I'm cryin' for nobody, nobody
I pulled out the wallet
I pulled out the wallet and bought the Versace
I don't even know why
You ever talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
Is anyone there?
Is anyone, anyone, anyone there?
I feel like a prostitute sellin' myself and my art for this money
I ain't got food
I got this lean and these Xans in my tummy
Wish I was blissfully unaware
Wish I didn't care, wish I wasn't scared
Wish I didn't miss her
Wish I didn't kiss her, I'mma wish a wish away
I might have three felonies
Inside my pocket inside of the same bag
I might've failed a suicide
Right before I went into rehab
I always say fuck it
I always say fuck it, don't worry, it's nothing
I might've been distant
But it's only 'cause I was lookin' for something
I've been staring at the sun for too long
I've been thinking 'bout this stuff for too long
All this money, all this money is getting too long
I've been longing, I've been longing, too long
I've been staring at the sun for too long
I've been thinking 'bout this stuff for too long
All this money, all this money is getting too long
I've been longing, I've been longing, too long
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Writer(s): Charles Paul Bell
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