Iiwii
It's MMorgan
It is what it iiiiisss yeah yeah
Tell em yeah it is what it iss yeah yeah
I been stressed out for a bit, I don't need that
Stress about a bitch, I don't need that
Get the stress up out this bitch, yeah I need that
Lemme stress how much I need that
I got a gift of making awful shit sound nice
Depression hits me when I ain't on cloud 9
I think about death then I sink deeper
A lot of my peers have met the Grim Reaper
It is what it iiiiisss yeah yeah
Tell em yeah it is what it iss yeah yeah
It is what it iiiiisss yeah yeah
Tell em yeah it is what it iss yeah yeah
The many fucks I never gave are back to haunt me
All for my lack of sorries
The prices I never paid are getting costly
Got nightmares when I'm awake I can't afford sleep
Dark skin gyal with the brown eyes (Heartache)
Brunette gyal with the blonde dye (Heartache)
I want a city girl that can be a housewife
Might be problematic, I don't see the down side
I fell in love with an angel but she couldn't be there for me
Scars on my soul, motherfuckers tread carefully...
You think you're just listening to my music
But you're witnessing my therapy yeah
It is what it iiiiisss yeah yeah
Tell em yeah it is what it iss yeah yeah
It is what it iiiiisss yeah yeah
Tell em yeah it is what it iss yeah yeah
It is what it iiiiisss yeah yeah
Tell em yeah it is what it iss yeah yeah
I been stressed out for a bit, I don't need that
Stress about a bitch, I don't need that
Get the stress up out this bitch, yeah I need that
Lemme stress how much I need that
I got a gift of making awful shit sound nice
Depression hits me when I ain't on cloud 9
I think about death then I sink deeper
A lot of my peers have met the Grim Reaper
It is what it iiiiisss yeah yeah
Tell em yeah it is what it iss yeah yeah
It is what it iiiiisss yeah yeah
Tell em yeah it is what it iss yeah yeah
The many fucks I never gave are back to haunt me
All for my lack of sorries
The prices I never paid are getting costly
Got nightmares when I'm awake I can't afford sleep
Dark skin gyal with the brown eyes (Heartache)
Brunette gyal with the blonde dye (Heartache)
I want a city girl that can be a housewife
Might be problematic, I don't see the down side
I fell in love with an angel but she couldn't be there for me
Scars on my soul, motherfuckers tread carefully...
You think you're just listening to my music
But you're witnessing my therapy yeah
It is what it iiiiisss yeah yeah
Tell em yeah it is what it iss yeah yeah
It is what it iiiiisss yeah yeah
Tell em yeah it is what it iss yeah yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Marvin Morgan
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