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Stress
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Punk
Stress was released on August 13, 2021 by Frozen Family / Terrible Children Records as a part of the album Stress - Single
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Release DateAugust 13, 2021
LabelFrozen Family / Terrible Children Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Icy Narco
Icy Narco
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zachary Seabolt
Zachary Seabolt
Composer
M. Brown
M. Brown
Lyrics
Rolando Gomez
Rolando Gomez
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zachary Seabolt
Zachary Seabolt
Producer
M. Brown
M. Brown
Producer

Lyrics

We were cool, you were drunk, I was acting
Thinking you had something for me
We were young, we were dumb, we was trashing
Hotels in West Palm Beach
Fight every night, drowning ourselves in codeine
Come back to life, we're waking up with a nose bleed, oh
Can't find my soul
You stole my patience but I won't overthink it too much
It sucks but I think the worst part is I'm holding up the weight for two hearts
So if you see me in the city, you just stick to your ways, like I'm dead
Better off without your mess
Call it love, I'll call you stress
I'm a prophet, baby, you don't know destiny
More money, more problem, more enemies
Love spells make your love feel heavenly
I'm about to lose it, I promise you gon' remember me
Link up, don't let go of me
Only you will know who you supposed to be
She like, "Baby, you way too cold for me"
Now I got her body singin' like Jodeci
Now we mixin' up the Molly with the Hennessy
Now she mixin' up emotions, I feel jealousy
You were never who you perceived to be
Now my soul burning like a third degree, yeah
Fight every night, drowning ourselves in codeine
Come back to life, we're waking up with a nose bleed, oh
Can't find my soul
You stole my patience but I won't overthink it too much
Sucks but I think the worst part is I'm holding up the weight for two hearts
So if you see me in the city, you just stick to your ways, like I'm dead
Better off without your mess
Call it love, I'll call you stress
Fight every night, drowning ourselves in codeine
Come back to life, we're wakin' up with a nose bleed, oh
Can't find my soul
You stole my patience but I won't overthink it too much
It sucks but I think the worst part is I'm holding up the weight for two hearts
So if you see me in the city, you just stick to your ways, like I'm dead
Better off without your mess
Call it love, I'll call you stress
Written by: M. Brown, Rolando Gomez, Zachary Seabolt
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