paroles de chanson free of stress - Yung Baller

Baby
Shawty
Got me singing this song

Shawty, got me singing this song
You know you was wrong
Now you weigh me down with a ton
Baby, i was tryna score like Lebron
You was head, and heels over me
Take me out to dinner, now you pay the fee
I ain't pay the tip, she got it for free
We take a trip straight to Paris
This is how i imagined my fantasies
Came to real life, bitch it is me
Money drained, divided by three
She thought i was stain
Bitch take a seat in my range
We had no signal, had no range
Kick yo feet up like i'm Liu Kang
She scammed me like a sweep stake
Ratted out, for a cheese cake
I was doing connect calls, before a three-way
Now they wanna ride the wave

She used to bend it over, now her knees straight
Hear me calling, what is yo fate
North nigga, but i act south
Don't need no gold in the mouth to get my point across
Prop money is all i had, i had no sauce
Jesus can save you, look at the cross
Or go to the Mosque
Sometimes i feel like i'm the best
Better than the rest
Then i get a reality check
I got more to impress
In the songs i'm holding back i confess
But i want to live my life free to stress
Cant have people in my life telling me yes
No yes men
No yes men
I want them to tell me it needs work
They think imma call them a jerk
But i need someone to lean on like Dirk
I just wanna make it
I don't wanna sound basic no more
I just want a fan base that is a good core