Lyrics Stressed Out - FOXX

For some reason people think money fix
Everything, you know its okay to have money
You know what im saying money fix certain things somethings you know
But i guarantee you the n*gga in that hundred thousand dollar
Car next to you going through more sh*t than you going through

And they wonder why i pop these tab
Smoke this weed and drink this lean
Cause im so stressed out life anit even stress free as it seem

People talk bad about me and i don't even know them
People got they hand out acting like i owe them
People making threats so i guess i got to show them
I never would of made if i wouldn't stay sober

My worse fear when i die if im gone go to hell
And if the law pull me over ima go to jail
Cause i forgot to go to court on a misdemeanor
Check the mail box today i got 3 subpoena
Syrup man went to jail got a n*gga feenin
N*gga booking fake shows they don't start scheming
Still can't believe im famous i think im dreaming
Every time i go to sleep i gotta fight with demons
Told myself a thousands times go in see yah granny
I was tripping i put music before my family (what)
Put it off to many times kick me in the ass
Moms call my cell phone and said yah granny passed
I was hurt like hell but even more mad
That"s my daddy momma what im going to say to daddy
Now im riding through the city like f*ck life
Crying to myself on that pink sprite

And they wonder why i pop these tab
Smoke this weed and drink this lean
Cause im so stressed out life anit even stress free as it seem
People talk bad about me and i dont even know them
People got they hand out acting like i owe them
People making threats so i guess i got to show them
I never would of made if i wouldn't stay sober

My grandpa died in prison i don't know what worse
Doing life in that b*tch or living in the dirt
My whole family hurting cuz got 20 years
Only thing we can do hope for an appeal
My CEO went to jail sh*t got real
And everybody wonder whats the future of trill
Then bad ass went to jail the following year
Keep yah head up n*gga i got ya out here
I got 8 n*ggas in prison i can talk about
The f*cked up thing is only 3 getting out
I got yard full of cars face full of tears
Reminiscing the night my n*gga got killed
Passing by the grave site like this night real
All i ever hear is calm down foxx chill
A paint of purple syrup 5 lora tab pills
And a ounce of that kush and im outta here

And they wonder why i pop these tab
Smoke this weed and drink this lean
Cause im so stressed out life anit even stress free as it seem
People talk bad about me and i dont even know them
People got they hand out acting like i owe them
People making threats so i guess i got to show them
I never would of made if i wouldn't stay sober

Rumor at rumor i use to let it get to me
Till i realize that them haters anit sh*t to me
They wonder why i never smile when i take pictures
I wonder do the reaper smile when he take n*ggas
My auntie when to the hospital and lost her leg
My family got bad luck it like a plague
I roll a fat ass blunt and take it to the head
F*ck with my old lady and take it to the bed
They gotta cop in my neighbor hood that follow my car
Pull me over like i just wanna see who you are
He say you swerved a little did you just leave a mark
I'm in the residential you dumb to be the law
Syrup f*cking up my liver got my stomach aching
Every-time i buy a car my neighbors get to hating
And they wonder i turn to the drugs
Cause next week i gotta see the judges

And they wonder why i pop these tab
Smoke this weed and drink this lean
Cause im so stressed out life anit even stress free as it seem
People talk bad about me and i dont even know them
People got they hand out acting like i owe them
People making threats so i guess i got to show them
I never would of made if i wouldn't stay sober

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