“Young Thug – Stressed Text”

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Stressed me out (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don’t wanna rest (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Smoke cigarettes (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Take it off my chest (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don’t wanna stress (Oh)
But I can’t help but think when I lose the rest (Oh)
And I can’t help it, I don’t wanna stress (Oh)
But I can’t help it, yeah (Oh)
no no no

[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
Rocky Balboa, I’m boxing with you, yeah (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don’t know if I want to give it to you, hey (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I told her buy huaraches for me (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Skeletons out of the closet for me, hey (Oh)
I don’t know if I want to reveal this to you (Oh)
I don’t know if I want to stroke you (Oh)
I don’t know what to do with you girl (Oh)
I don’t know what to do with you

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Well it’s that gat-toting, gun nigga on your damn street
Pussy nigga usually pop a trigger when the hand speaks
Dull, I’m a smack sucker this year
I’m making a hundred thousand racks out of it here
Do the math, a hundred million for the slow ones in the class
The kind of bags I get are too big to pay for in cash
Send the message, send it quick before I change my mind
These days a million dollars is hardly worth a nigga time
I’m not saying I’m the richest nigga in this shit (but I’m one of them)
Barely check my account, nigga, I admit it (I don’t give a shit)
Fuck around with my bread, bet I’ll find out (I’ll catch you nigga)
Couple of niggas that I’ve died know what I’m talking about
Nigga, don’t play with me, I got a wife, I gotta feed a baby
I have a mom to pamper, I have a brother, some legal fees
I have a daddy and shit
Medical bills, credit for rectification
Paying people to run label
You gamble with your life when you gamble with my money nigga

[Chorus: Young Thug]
Stressed me out (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don’t wanna rest (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Smoke cigarettes (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Take it off my chest (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don’t wanna stress (Oh)
But I can’t help but think when I lose the rest (Oh)
And I can’t help it, I don’t wanna stress (Oh)
But I can’t help it, yeah (Oh)
no no no

[Bridge: J. Cole & T-Shyne]
Old sweats, street, jets, dead TECs, no flex
Bad bitches, no, let’s bust on deck, next
Pill popper, square niggas, mere witness, uh (oh)
Blunt twisters, fuck niggas (Oh, got me stressed, woah)

[Verse 2: T-Shyne]
I was stressed because I still won’t buy my dad a house (stress)
I’m stressed because my girl said, “We can’t do it” (stressed me out)
I know some people who start to sin as soon as the church comes out (church out)
And I don’t think like I used to because I’m older now (older now)
When you go broke you do more for less (Yeah)
You find no success (no success)
Sad to say my girl just left
And I really love her to death (I do)
Told her I can’t call her my ex because I feel like we ain’t done yet (We ain’t done yet)
I just texted her and said: “Are you out of your feelings yet?”
And my brother, he just called, he needs that lawyer money (that lawyer money)
They said he did but I know he didn’t (Nah)
But you need OJ money if you’re trying to get acquitted (Yeah)
This shit is sick no one listens when you’re in jail (jail)
I hung on the corner with a couple of Jordans, not a designer (not a designer)
Serve that white girl back then we called her fine china (Yeah)
I was looking for a bad bitch but I didn’t know where to find her (where to find her)
All this pressure and stress made me a diamond (diamond)
I’m just trying to show love, some people never grow up
Sometimes I wish I could trust, but it crushes feelings
I used to take the train, I took the bus
They want to hang out with the gang, but no, they don’t belong to us

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