Why Stress
Playin' no games unless that shit was chess
I'm my only comp, nobody on my left
Feel like I'm in hell, still thankful that I'm blessed Know I'ma get through this shit, so Bailey, why stress
Playin' no games unless that shit was chess
I'm my only comp, nobody on my left
Feel like I'm in hell, still thankful that I'm blessed Know I'ma get through this shit, so Bailey, why stress
I never played you, I prayed we would stay together But since we split, I just got back to stackin' my cheddar
Be overthinkin', half dead, but I ain't gon' quitter
I been feelin' low like the eye on Mr. Whitaker
Think he smart, but baby, just know I'm wittier
Supposed to be yo Durk, aint hold me down aint India
Had to push away you love when I dig into ya
How we get to be happy from Tamiya, so into ya
All I really want is to live stress-free All she really want is to be happy
But them insecure thoughts baby ain't securin me
I ain't perfect, some of that shit fall back on me
Wit you overthinks reassurance, what you need And learn to open up unless it's to the mic
I'm black-hearted, now we stuck together for life I'm black-hearted, pop a bottle, cope when I write, uh
Playin' no games, unless that shit was chess
I'm my only comp, nobody on my left
Feel like I'm in hell, still thankful that I'm blessed Know I'ma get through this shit, so Bailey, why stress
Playin' no games, unless that shit was chess
I'm my only cop, nobody on my left
Feel like I'm in hell, still thankful that I'm blessed Know I'ma get through this shit, so Bailey, why stress
My smile broken, light some gas, that's how I'm copin'
She actin' innocent, bet, bet, still cop a Trojan
I'm feelin' numb, she poppin kitty like some bubblegum
Third time fuckin', damn, still can't get enough
Slappin' Sza huh?, hit different now that we really done
All these broken clocks, can't rewind back to the love galore
Hittin' me like Rhyno, to the chest when I feel the gore
I'm just smokin', drinkin', drinkin', smokin' to fill the void
Look my son in his eyes to tell what I'm livin' for
Back to living single, got the kid on his Kyle flow
I just shot my shot, couple bricks some fall like dominoes
Feel like Chris Brown, she ain't you, so I'm goin' ghost
I just want her mouth, so I hope it match up to the hype
Aint learn to open up, unless it's to a mic
I'm black-hearted, now we stuck together for life I'm black-hearted, pop a bottle, cope when I write, uh
Playin' no games, unless that shit was chess
I'm my only comp, nobody on my left
Feel like I'm in hell, still thankful that I'm blessed Know I'ma get through this shit, so Bailey, why stress
Playin' no games, unless that shit was chess
I'm my only cop, nobody on my left
Feel like I'm in hell, still thankful that I'm blessed Know I'ma get through this shit, so Bailey, why stress
I'm my only comp, nobody on my left
Feel like I'm in hell, still thankful that I'm blessed Know I'ma get through this shit, so Bailey, why stress
Playin' no games unless that shit was chess
I'm my only comp, nobody on my left
Feel like I'm in hell, still thankful that I'm blessed Know I'ma get through this shit, so Bailey, why stress
I never played you, I prayed we would stay together But since we split, I just got back to stackin' my cheddar
Be overthinkin', half dead, but I ain't gon' quitter
I been feelin' low like the eye on Mr. Whitaker
Think he smart, but baby, just know I'm wittier
Supposed to be yo Durk, aint hold me down aint India
Had to push away you love when I dig into ya
How we get to be happy from Tamiya, so into ya
All I really want is to live stress-free All she really want is to be happy
But them insecure thoughts baby ain't securin me
I ain't perfect, some of that shit fall back on me
Wit you overthinks reassurance, what you need And learn to open up unless it's to the mic
I'm black-hearted, now we stuck together for life I'm black-hearted, pop a bottle, cope when I write, uh
Playin' no games, unless that shit was chess
I'm my only comp, nobody on my left
Feel like I'm in hell, still thankful that I'm blessed Know I'ma get through this shit, so Bailey, why stress
Playin' no games, unless that shit was chess
I'm my only cop, nobody on my left
Feel like I'm in hell, still thankful that I'm blessed Know I'ma get through this shit, so Bailey, why stress
My smile broken, light some gas, that's how I'm copin'
She actin' innocent, bet, bet, still cop a Trojan
I'm feelin' numb, she poppin kitty like some bubblegum
Third time fuckin', damn, still can't get enough
Slappin' Sza huh?, hit different now that we really done
All these broken clocks, can't rewind back to the love galore
Hittin' me like Rhyno, to the chest when I feel the gore
I'm just smokin', drinkin', drinkin', smokin' to fill the void
Look my son in his eyes to tell what I'm livin' for
Back to living single, got the kid on his Kyle flow
I just shot my shot, couple bricks some fall like dominoes
Feel like Chris Brown, she ain't you, so I'm goin' ghost
I just want her mouth, so I hope it match up to the hype
Aint learn to open up, unless it's to a mic
I'm black-hearted, now we stuck together for life I'm black-hearted, pop a bottle, cope when I write, uh
Playin' no games, unless that shit was chess
I'm my only comp, nobody on my left
Feel like I'm in hell, still thankful that I'm blessed Know I'ma get through this shit, so Bailey, why stress
Playin' no games, unless that shit was chess
I'm my only cop, nobody on my left
Feel like I'm in hell, still thankful that I'm blessed Know I'ma get through this shit, so Bailey, why stress
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Writer(s): Deviation Bailey
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