stressed

I've been feelin' stressed, so much shit up on my mental
Stressed, I don't know what I got into
Stressed, so much shit up on my mental
Stressed, now I wish I never met you
Stressed, so much shit up on my mental
Stressed, I don't know what I got into
Stressed, so much shit up on my mental
Stressed, now I wish I never met you (Lately I've been)

I try to be righteous, it only beings violence
I hope that it helps me stay fly like the pilot
I hope they don't see that I'm steadily cryin'
I hope they don't see that I'm 'bout to start wildin'
Facts, I do not know what is left
I'm mad, 'cause I've been overstressed
I'm sad, 'cause I got no one else
It's bad, 'cause I don't love myself
I'm tellin' you life is not what it's cut out to be
Up on the porch, I look over the balcony
Contemplating all the ones who looked down on me
Closing my eyes as I go to let out a scream
I swear this music is my only hope
It keeps me from just scrollin' on
Oh no, my soul is overdone
I hope you're proud of what you've done

I've been feelin' stressed, so much shit up on my mental
Stressed, I don't know what I got into
Stressed, so much shit up on my mental
Stressed, now I wish I never met you
Stressed, so much shit up on my mental
Stressed, I don't know what I got into
Stressed, so much shit up on my mental
Stressed, now I wish I never met you

They say "you gotta find a flow that appeals to the kids
You gotta pop a pill if you wanna fit in
Gotta rock designer, put your Gucci grills in"
Nah, fuck all of that, I'mma do it different
I'm finna go off and run away to the mountains
Boutta blast off like the kid who wants action
All your verses flat, like a tire with no traction
Your fans are feelin' fickle like a domino faction
Finna go off and take my leave
"Such is life", like "c'est la vie"
Earn your stripes, boy play for keeps
Baby, trust in what I mean
Why aren't you honest with me
I done told you everything
Such is life, love, c'est la vie
Why don't you trust what I mean

I've been feelin' stressed, so much shit up on my mental
Stressed, I don't know what I got into
Stressed, so much shit up on my mental
Stressed, now I wish I never met you
Stressed, so much shit up on my mental
Stressed, I don't know what I got into
Stressed, so much shit up on my mental
Stressed, now I wish I never met you (Lately I've been)

Stressed (Stressed)
Stressed (Stressed)
Stressed (Stressed)
Stressed (Stressed)

Righteousness needs no justification
Because righteousness already is justified
You do not seek after what you already have
If you go up to a homeless man who is in need of food
And you give him money so that he may go and buy food
Who turns to you and says, "Why have you committed this wrong"
Unrighteousness, on the other hand, does seek out justification
Because unrighteousness is never justified



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Writer(s): Chris Harmon
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