Stress

I ain't made a dollar in a minute Got a bank account, nothing in it Been a while since I've seen triple digits If they're handing out awards for being stressed, I'ma win it Got a place, got a girl, got a car So try and tell me that it really ain't hard You get the feeling you ain't moving real far When the place you wanna be isn't where you really are Maybe I should count my blessings, not my struggles I go to work, I've been staying out of trouble Standing on two feet, but I stumble It happens more and more, got me sitting pretty humble It's one step forward, two back again Still tripping in the place where I've always been Feel sorry for myself and I'm tired of it Can't get it out my head and it's doing me in (Sick of being broke boy) I don't care about a benz, give a fuck about a drop top (If I was counting notes boy) I'd be rollin in a cheap ass car, but it's paid off (Sick of being broke boy) Won't catch me in the back of the club getting faded (If I was counting notes boy) Wouldn't worry at the end of the month if I made rent Taking my time just to focus I do my best keeping awake I don't know if you can relate But it's hard to sleep when you feel so fucking hopeless But I bottle up these emotions They build until I can't see through the commotion My head is attacking itself with no motive It's got me convinced the solution is Just give up, get fucked up Pour that shit, empty that cup So far down, down on my luck So far down, down on my luck Just give up, get fucked up Pour that shit, empty that cup So far down, down on my luck So far down, down on my luck, ay, ay (Sick of being broke boy) I don't care about a benz, give a fuck about a drop top (If I was counting notes boy) I'd be rollin in a cheap ass car, but it's paid off (Sick of being broke boy) Won't catch me in the back of the club getting faded (If I was counting notes boy) Wouldn't worry at the end of the month if I made rent (Sick of being broke boy) I don't care about a benz, give a fuck about a drop top (If I was counting notes boy) I'd be rollin in a cheap ass car, but it's paid off (Sick of being broke boy) Won't catch me in the back of the club getting faded (If I was counting notes boy) Wouldn't worry at the end of the month if I made rent