Текст песни Stressed - Domi Rash

Man I'm stressed
All these demons up inside got me depressed
So much shit up on my heart I can't express
Everybody got solutions they suggests
They see my life and all they thinkin' is he blessed
Damn
I just suppress it, ima mess
Look to God and All I ask "is this a Test?"
Ugh
Cuz if you testing I confess
It's so much shit up on my plate it, it got me stressed

I called my uncle yesterday
I say I'm damn tired
He said I feel you Neph
This struggle got our hands tied
My reputation feel at stake
But I'm like "damn pride"
Only convo that I have with God
It be like "Man Why"
And fuck I can't cry
Too many watching
Niggaz counting my pockets
Bitches looking for options
That the shit on the surface
Internally I been nauseous
Hiding away these demons
Won't express it, I'm cautious
It's niggaz I'd probably murder if I got away
Instead I gone and nod my head and just say not today
Them people want me in a cage so I can rot away
Or be they Slave but I'm like fuck em I am not a ape
And I ain't got a cape
Can't play ya hero
Multiplying this paper is only feeding my ego
At least that's what y'all be thinkin'
That's all the shit y'all can see though
Money don't make me happy
I'm smiling but that's placebo
But if I fold
Man it's over for me
Cuz Ain't nobody in my lane moving over for me
I guess a Nigga gotta die for y'all to notice homie
That fake love an all time high when all the focus on me

Man I'm stressed
All these demons up inside got me depressed
So much shit up on my heart I can't express
Everybody got solutions they suggests
They see my life and all they thinkin' is he blessed
Damn
I just suppress it, ima mess
Look to God and All I ask "is this a Test?"
Cuz if you testing I confess
It's so much shit up on my plate it, it got me stressed

I got a lot up on my plate but I'm a man bruh
Can't show emotion or no weakness I just stand bruh
You ain't come from where I come from to understand bruh
All y'all suggestions got y'all sounding like some fans bruh
The thoughts that's playin' in my head they don't match
The persona I put out this shit is facts
All this suppression, my depression at the max
I played they game but man that came in with a tax
I ain't fuckin with nobody on that love shit tho
Cuz people used that word too loosely
You ask me how I'm doing
I just nod to ya
Tell ya I'm Gucci
And that's the homies but they just like cops
They try to shoot me
And I'm so paranoid this shit unhealthy
I look around and I see people but they just can't help me
I'm isolated, built a fortress but I can't escape it
Cuz I'm surrounded by these wolves and a fuckin snake pit
And I hate it
Ugh
But I fake it
Ugh
They came to break me
40 up on my lap it's ironic still ain't no safety
And I feel like Bruce Wayne with this fuckin mask
They don't know I live at night they just see fucking cash
They don't know I lived that life and I was fuckin bad
They don't know that all my life I just been fuckin mad

Man I'm stressed
All these demons up inside got me depressed
So much shit up on my heart I can't express
Everybody got solutions they suggests
They see my life and all they thinkin' is he blessed
Damn
I just suppress it, ima mess
Look to God and All I ask "is this a Test?"
Ugh
Cuz if you testing I confess
It's so much shit up on my plate it, it got me stressed