Stressin' Out

I guess it's hard to find peace I'm still stressin out
Feeling hot I couldn't bottle up the heat
"No more" I had to let it out
Standing here looking stiff
While everybody getting loose I gotta stretch it out
I live my life an open book and try to read it out

These days I feel alone I don't even know what's wrong I pull the phone out (Yuh)
Just me and my thoughts in my basement I'm but I'm feelin like I'm home now
Always got me something rolled before I roll out
I had some friends I had to leave I tellem hold down
Yeah!

I guess its hard to find peace I'm still stressing out
Feeling hot I couldn't bottle up the heat
"No more" I had to let it out
Standing here looking stiff
While everybody getting loose I gotta stretch it out

I live my life an open book and try to read it out
I guess its hard to find peace cuz they don't hear me
When I speak unless I'm screaming at em
Wes!
They don't call me just to talk but they got call me to the party
Cuz they need me at it
Yeah!
Too long I played the victim when nobody ever listened gotta boss up
No expression in my face so even when I look a loss you would think I never lost much
Anybody ever listened to my rap they would tell you that I rap different
They make a real nigga rule book the first page would tell you never act different
Fill the room up with smoke clouds hot box burn then you bask in it (They know its wes)
Im the man wit it

I guess it's hard to find peace I'm still stressin out
Feeling hot I couldn't bottle up the heat
"No more" I had to let it out
Standing here looking stiff
While everybody Getting loose I gotta stretch it out
I live my life an open book and try to read it out



Credits
Writer(s): Troy Murrell
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