Correction Paroles Stress par Conway the Machine

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[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1]
Life is 'bout trials and tribulations
And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'
Plus it's not only mines, but everybody's situations
That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar
I guess everybody want me to say it
I guess niggas think ten million what Shady payin'
I tell 'em, "No", they talk down on me and try to play it
Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em
Funny how they can be so forgetful
Of all that other shit I say yes to
I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to
When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you
You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too?
Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful
My girl said, "Don't let it stress you"
But she don't even know that I'm depressed too

[Chorus]
Do anybody care that I'm stressed?
Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time
And do anybody care that I'm stressed?
I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind
But do anybody care that I'm stressed?
Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit
But do anybody care that I'm stressed?
Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?

[Verse 2]
Life, everybody go through that
But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that
I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that
Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap
Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs
This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that
My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that
I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, "Don't do that"
Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real
People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills
I done seen my Unc' after my cousin hung his self
I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself
Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby
And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy
That's why I drink a bottle daily
For all the shit I keep bottled in lately

[Verse 3]
Ten months old, I was abused
Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon
Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver
And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor
Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher
Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker
Uh, alcoholism is a sickness
How many people gonna admit that they addicted?
Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed
I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit
They like, “Why you stressed, boy? You blessed”
They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest
Burnin' this kush while I pace
Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face
If you only knew what it took, what it takes
You only care what I put in my safe, but

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