Tekst Utworu

Bills been rakin' up, still been baking up soul food yo chilren' Hits stay double stuffed, Tyson when I uppa' cut Heating up while I'm whippin' Broke boys outta touch, step back knuckle up While I dust off my mittens Raps like piccolo hooks and Smith &'s show 'Ion know why we mixing I just wanna track back home but they tap my phone They don't hold no punches But I got the hook up love the way I cook up Fire stay packed like lunches Used to cash twenty on a check God know I'm blessed I can't complain at all But it's hard maintaining all, this pressure I've been in the field tryna make a play I've been skipping meals think I need a plate Pressure pile up and weighs on my mind weighs on my mind How it weighs on my mind weighs on my mind World on fire and I barely made rent they done repoed my Toyota Used to have dreams of a Rover tint black, how could I forget that? Nowadays I'm so tired I done swerved my ride Had to curve my pride too many miles over Times I drowned in a pound of my own cries health sliding lower And all this pressure stay coming I got sins I'm just tryna get away from it Aint got no ends, missing friends and it weighs on me Got all this stress yet I'm so blessed I can't complain at all But it's hard maintaining all, this pressure I've been in the field tryna make a play I've been skipping meals think I need a plate Pressure pile up and weighs on my mind weighs on my mind How it weighs on my mind weighs on my mind
Writer(s): Writer Unknown, Joan Marc Lopez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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