Man I been on too hard, I been going too hard, man I really been on my shit

I done been broke too long, I been cold too long, yeah the money been on my stress

Put my whole life in a song, let me tell you my dawq got a lot of pain on my chest

I don’t wanna add on no more stress

I don’t wanna add on no more stress

I want the paper the bag, the purple the blues, the pulas the racks

I might just split it in half, I’m breaking the bread, put that on the gang

I got my foot on the gas, I’m moving too fast, I’m hoping I crash

I wear my smile as a mask, I’ll admit I’m a slave to my past

I been feeling a lot, I go on a trip

Anxiety got me dealing with this shit

Depression has got me fiending for a fix

I’m drinking to drown my demons in this bitch

I’m popping a pill to heal it for a bit

I’m leaning, the activist it got me lit

I’m on the edge of falling off a cliff

You can tell with the cut you seeing on my wrist

I talk to the lord with tears in my eyes, like why do the good always gotta die

I go on my knees and look to the sky, the only place that I know to confide

I’m living my life just tryna survive, with all the pain that I’m trying to hide

The same week mma malome died, my nikka Tshiamo committed suicide, Damn

Man I been on too hard, I been going too hard, man I really been on my shit

I done been broke too long, I been cold too long, yeah the money been on my stress

Put my whole life in a song, let me tell you my dawq got a lot of pain on my chest

I don’t wanna add on no more stress

I don’t wanna add on no more stress