Stressing
This all of me right here. Everything that's in me. Hope you can appreciate what I'm saying
When I ain't have a job that shit hurt my pride
Ain't no worser feeling than being a man who cant provide
I gotta make sure my fam eat even if I don't
Give them everything they need and everything they want
I swear to God I won't stop until I get that
My mind is focus upon that big stack
I got a family to feed, so I gotta succeed
I got a family that need me to go and get that
Real recognize real and you dont look familiar
Behind mine I'll do time I'll kill ya
Give me all of you are give me nothing at all
It's funny how shit changes when its feeling involved
Suicidal thoughts when I'm alone in my bed
Yea I'm alive but yet it feel like I'm dead
I'm dying inside but you will never hear me say it
Where the chorus at?
FUCK!
Man, I'm stressing, I'm stressing I gots to roll up
I gots to pour up, something muddy in my cup
Man, I'm stressing, I'm stressing I gots to roll up
I gots to pour up, something muddy in my cup
Man, I'm stressing, I'm stressing I gots to roll up
I gots to pour up, something muddy in my cup
Man, I'm stressing, I'm stressing I gots to roll up
I gots to pour up, something muddy in my cup
Stress been building up in my mind making it hard for me to smile
Being broke is far from funny and I been like that for a while
Walked a very long mile so how you expect for me to smile
Baby mama stressing fuzzing cause she want me to slow down
But Bills got to be paid and my kids got to be eating
I rather die of starvation than have my kids out there sleeping
Out in the streets, therefore me, I'm out in the streets
Killing my own kind but somehow my ends must meet
And she dont know how hard it is to do right with a felony
I try my best to stay free and provide for my family
But the stress is getting to me causing a lot of anxiety
Feeling like xanax the only way to get out this reality
Cause my depiction of fantasy the only thang keeping me sane
After the affects of Mary Jane fo down I'm back to feeling the same
Same old pain same old stress kinda make me wanna throw in the toilet
Been stressing for a long while somehow i still manage to smile
Man, I'm stressing, I'm stressing I gots to roll up
I gots to pour up, something muddy in my cup
Man, I'm stressing, I'm stressing I gots to roll up
I gots to pour up, something muddy in my cup
Man, I'm stressing, I'm stressing I gots to roll up
I gots to pour up, something muddy in my cup
Man, I'm stressing, I'm stressing I gots to roll up
I gots to pour up, something muddy in my cup
When I ain't have a job that shit hurt my pride
Ain't no worser feeling than being a man who cant provide
I gotta make sure my fam eat even if I don't
Give them everything they need and everything they want
I swear to God I won't stop until I get that
My mind is focus upon that big stack
I got a family to feed, so I gotta succeed
I got a family that need me to go and get that
Real recognize real and you dont look familiar
Behind mine I'll do time I'll kill ya
Give me all of you are give me nothing at all
It's funny how shit changes when its feeling involved
Suicidal thoughts when I'm alone in my bed
Yea I'm alive but yet it feel like I'm dead
I'm dying inside but you will never hear me say it
Where the chorus at?
FUCK!
Man, I'm stressing, I'm stressing I gots to roll up
I gots to pour up, something muddy in my cup
Man, I'm stressing, I'm stressing I gots to roll up
I gots to pour up, something muddy in my cup
Man, I'm stressing, I'm stressing I gots to roll up
I gots to pour up, something muddy in my cup
Man, I'm stressing, I'm stressing I gots to roll up
I gots to pour up, something muddy in my cup
Stress been building up in my mind making it hard for me to smile
Being broke is far from funny and I been like that for a while
Walked a very long mile so how you expect for me to smile
Baby mama stressing fuzzing cause she want me to slow down
But Bills got to be paid and my kids got to be eating
I rather die of starvation than have my kids out there sleeping
Out in the streets, therefore me, I'm out in the streets
Killing my own kind but somehow my ends must meet
And she dont know how hard it is to do right with a felony
I try my best to stay free and provide for my family
But the stress is getting to me causing a lot of anxiety
Feeling like xanax the only way to get out this reality
Cause my depiction of fantasy the only thang keeping me sane
After the affects of Mary Jane fo down I'm back to feeling the same
Same old pain same old stress kinda make me wanna throw in the toilet
Been stressing for a long while somehow i still manage to smile
Man, I'm stressing, I'm stressing I gots to roll up
I gots to pour up, something muddy in my cup
Man, I'm stressing, I'm stressing I gots to roll up
I gots to pour up, something muddy in my cup
Man, I'm stressing, I'm stressing I gots to roll up
I gots to pour up, something muddy in my cup
Man, I'm stressing, I'm stressing I gots to roll up
I gots to pour up, something muddy in my cup
Credits
Writer(s): Fredrick Dupas
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