Текст песни
Blessed
Stop
questionin'
me
I
ain't
worried
bout
my
ex
I
don't
even
feel
no
pressure
on
me
You
gon'
die
tryin'
to
be
the
best
Imma
die
writing
my
best
shit,
preachin
Still
shots,
still
can't
stop
drinkin
No
pulsin,
no
breathin
Flip
somethin,
let
Tech
off
the
leash
Catch
one,
Imma
catch
and
release
Real
life
pound
of
flesh
in
the
street
Bitch
nigga
tryin
test
me
I'm
weak
Yes
you
a
freak
I
don't
really
wanna
text
you
I'm
decent
Judy
incredibly
free
Tim
Frech
taught
me
lessons
and
meanings
Spent
a
long
time
sweatin'
n
breathin
Stressin'
and
drinkin,
weapons
and
reasons
Stressed
onna
Monday,
less
onna
weekend
Summertime
bangin'
my
set
when
I'm
drinkin
Chain
smokin
Brain
broken
Used
to
rap
like
I
was
sane
and
open
Awful
time,
house
vacant
and
broken
All
the
time
I
stayed
patient
was
bogus
I
don't
really
wanna
wait
no
more
Let
me
feel
it
and
go
Judy
stealing
the
show
Know
what
I
want
gimme
that
and
some
more
Smoking
and
drinking
I'm
actually
gone
Everything
thinking
was
actually
wrong
I'm
actually
home
I'm
actually
home
Внимание! Не стесняйтесь оставлять отзывы.