Stressed Songtext

von Young Thug, J. Cole, T-Shyne

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Der Songtext "Stressed" von Young Thug handelt von Stress und Belastung im Leben des Künstlers. Er beschreibt seine Sorg...

Got me stressed (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don′t wanna rest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Smoking cigarettes (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Get it off my chest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't wanna stress (Woah)
But I can′t help it thinkin' if I lose the rest (Oh, woah)
And I can't help it, I don′t wanna stress (Oh, woah)
But I can′t help it, hey (Oh, oh)
No, no, no

Rocky Balboa, I'm boxin′ with ya, hey (woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't know if I wanna sock it to ya, hey
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I told her buy Huaraches for me (woah, woah, woah, woah)
Skeletons out the closet for me, hey (woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don′t know if I wanna expose this to you (Oh, you)
I don't know if I wanna caress you (Oh, oh)
Wonder what I wanna do with you, girl (Oh, woah)
Don′t know what I wanna would do with you

Well, it's that gap talk, pistol hold, nigga on your damn street
Pussy nigga usually pop a trigger if the hand speak
Lackluster, I'ma smack suckers this year
Do the math, hunnid million for the slow ones in the class
Type of bags I be gettin′ be too big to pay in cash
Send it wide, send it fast, ′fore I might jus change my mind
Nowadays a million dollars barely worth a nigga time
I ain't sayin′ that I'm the richest nigga
That′s in this shit (But I'm one of them)
Barely check my account, nigga I′m admittin' it (I don't give a fuck)
Fuck around with my bread, bet you I′ma find out (I′ma catch a nigga)
Couple niggas, I doubt it, know what I'm talkin′ about
Nigga don't play with me, I got a wife, I got a baby to feed
I got a momma to support, I got a brother, got a few legal fees
I got a daddy and shit, medical bills,
Credit to fix, people to pay, label to run
You play with your life or you play with my funds, nigga

Got me stressed (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don′t wanna rest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Smoking cigarettes (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Get it off my chest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't wanna stress (Woah)
But I can′t help it thinkin' if I lose the rest (Oh, woah)
And I can't help it, I don′t wanna stress (Oh, woah)
But I can′t help it, hey (Oh, oh)
No, no, no

Oh, sweats, road, jets, tote, texts, no flex
Bad bitches, no let's own that, broke, next pill
Pop a square, niggas bare witness (Oh)
Blunt twisters, fuck niggas (Oh, got me stressed)

I′ve been stressin' ′cause I still
Ain't buy my dad a house (Stressin′)
I've been stressin' ′cause my girl said "We can′t work it out"
I know some people that start sinnin' as soon as church get out
And I don′t think like I used to think, 'cause I′m older now
When you broke, you doin' more for less
You ain′t findin' no success
Sad to say my girl just left, and I really love her to death
Told her I can't call her my ex,
′Cause I feel like we ain′t finished yet
I just text her phone and I said "Are you out your feelings yet?"
And my brother, he just called and he need that lawyer money
They said he did it, but I know he didn't
But you need O.J. money when you tryna get acquitted (Yeah)
This shit is sickenin′, no one listen when you in prison
I was hangin' on the corner, I had some Jordan′s on, no designer
Servin' up that white girl, back then we call her "Fine China"
I was lookin′ for a bad bitch, but didn't know where to find her
All this pressure and this stress make me a diamond
I'm just tryna show love, some people never grow up
I used to ride on the train, I used to ride on the bus
They wanna hang with the gang, but they not one of us