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Curtis Roach
Curtis Roach
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8een
8een
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Curtis Roach
Curtis Roach
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SHAROD SMITH
SHAROD SMITH
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8een
8een
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Yeah Whoa, hey, ay Nigga don't hit me up Ain't shit to talk about, nigga, I'm stressed out Feelin' like dish rags gettin' all wrung out Feelin' all strung out, feelin' so done now I been everyday with the shits, no cap, (no cap) Takin' no breaks goin' straight back to back (uh-huh) I ain't even take no time to relax So many bags that my eyes got bags So much cash that I can't keep track I ain't even learn how to do my taxes They ain't even teach me shit in them classes Yet I still owe a little money to the campus I been in my head tryna make straight classics (straight classics, damn) Starin' at a blank canvas Thoughts overcrowded with a whole lotta madness Tryna find drive in a whole lotta traffic Feelin' so stagnant, wonder if I lost my passion Feelin' so lost and abandoned Hangin' by a thread and I feel so stranded Tryna right wrongs when I'm so left-handed, damn it (uh) I wanna tell someone but they wouldn't understand it All the attention, it seems so demanding I know that I dreamed it but didn't really plan it Mayne, I'm stressed out Ain't shit to talk about, nigga, I'm stressed out Feelin' like dish rags gettin' all wrung out Feelin' all strung out, feelin' so done now I been everyday with the shits, no cap, (no cap) Takin' no breaks goin' straight back to back (uh-huh) I ain't even take no time to relax So many bags that my eyes got bags Everybody ask how I got it like that (like that) All eyes on you how you tolerate that? (Like that) Saw your commercial, had to rewind back (uh-huh) Hope you gettin' paid when they monetize that? I don't wanna say what I'd do if I was you But I know if I was you, I would do this and that I don't give a fuck 'bout advice that you have All of these voices, it make me wanna snap Man I'm stressed out, (grr) but I gotta keep it level-headed Learn how to play my role, I'ma have to chase my goals I won't stop 'til I break that mold You can't take my glow, 'cause I'll illuminate the whole room (true) I might Kamehameha like Goku (ay) If you need dope shit, I'm the go-to But I don't wanna hear shit 'bout the old you Nigga don't hit me up Ain't shit to talk about, nigga, I'm stressed out Feelin' like dish rags gettin' all wrung out Feelin' all strung out, feelin' so done now I been everyday with the shits, no cap, (no cap) Takin' no breaks goin' straight back to back (okay) I ain't even take no time to relax (uh-huh) So many bags that my eyes got bags So much cash that I can't keep track (uh-huh) I ain't even learn how to do my taxes They ain't even teach me shit in them classes Yet I still owe a little money to the campus I been in my head tryna make straight classics (straight classics) Starin' at a blank canvas Thoughts overcrowded with a whole lotta madness Tryna find drive in a whole lotta traffic Nigga, I'm stressed out Ayy, ayy, ayy, sheesh Ayy, ayy Nigga, I'm, yeah Stressed out
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