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stressed out!
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Uh I been up all night, I couldn't tell you If they takin' shots, i cannot feel, uh (I hate you, bigchase) If I can't hold the crown, I gotta steal it no doubt And I need some vacation time I'm getting stressed out Invite me in a whim I shock them when I turn out Forgiato wheels spinning when I roll out This sh*t for my guys, I'm going 'til I burn out Oh, you got me mad now Oh, you tryna link, what you need some (Huh) Oh, I'm getting top while hitting speed bumps, yeah No, I don't wanna party but I'll drink some, yeah 750 ml I do not get drunk, oh Stuff inside my coat, she tryna get some, huh Pills inside my bag, she tryna pop one, I don't know Where the f**k I get it from, like I don't know I don't know If you here to question me I think you shoulda stayed at home 1 band, on my kicks, twist on top my mid Dunks I'm on my Corona sh*t, I hit you with a fist bump Black and yellow Off-White hoodie, like it's 6ixbuzz Up in zone, on my time, I'm f**king no chums I been up all night, I couldn't tell you If they takin' shots, i cannot feel, uh If I can't hold the crown, I gotta steal it no doubt And I need some vacation time I'm getting stressed out Yeah Walked up to the gates of Hell and died first If you wanna join the clique, you gotta die first Spend a hundred nights confined if I'm defined with my words Met Medusa, made her stare into my eyes first Messages encoded from the crypt, been a century Since I seen my enemies Tryna take my energy Brain matter splatter on your girl, John F. Kennedy I am not immortal, I'm an ent**y Straight f**king energy You gotta appear some time, the time they saw my drinks they question me Stuck inside yo' preordained destiny I'm composing poetry, this sh*t is not a rap, boy You was talking, met me in LA, it was a act, boy Better stay up in yo' f**king lane before you crash, boy I'll be down, I see the day, I take it from a frat boy I just felt my atoms decompress again, uh She been p*ssed but she still wanna f**k again, yeah Stuck inside my mind, I wanna die again Bro called me crying, said she backed up on lines again Eyes with no life in them I think I'm just sad a homie die again I been in my room, I'm back to pouring up them lines again, uh Remember when we walked for miles, it was seven degrees We tryna fill our backpacks with Arizona iced tea Gettin' faded at my mom's, we hittin' hookah's with ease The ba** is banging through the speakers bumping Capital Steez It's unbelievable, I made it out alive with a dream Celebrating every day in ways you wouldn't believe I mopped the floor while writing ataraxy, just ask Shakeem So here's the toast to all the homies coming up out the scene It's a mad world we all live by somebody's motto Cope with different vices, I been tippin' back Moscato Various Elixirs, no consistency with bottles If the flavor hitting hard then I'ma drink it 'til I topple Silly with aesthetics, I'ma make you hit the follow B*t*hing 'bout my nails, I guess my d**k is hard to swallow You can call me all the homophobic slurs you wanna wallow But no space inside my purse is looking hollow We got what you need, sonically if you just run it right back Sewer, SBP and guardin ripping on the track This the one you bump through summertime while whipping through the map Burn it, burn it 'til you feeling all relaxed Yeah I'ma let this play out Aye, aye, aye Goddamn, bigchase you killed this sh*t
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