Stress

Sitting here thinking bout where my life heading Laying here feeling pain and constant regretting Trying to make sense with pen and paper Lord knows I've got hater coming at boat loads But I keep it real like a true player Tripping out my mind knowing I'm fucking sky high Only to realize that I'm a loser in my own fucking eyes But I try to live a life withiut constant lies Lying to myself I just lost myself Gotta think about and worry about my health It's stressing me It's stressing me (x2) So far detached from who I fucking is Got a closet full of persons hidden in the mist My minds a trap I can't het out no matter how much I shout loud I don't even think I can be proud If misery had awards I'd wear a crown Now now hear me hear me, now that wes on the fucking ceiling Bow down to the heartache You can't even regulate your hearts pace It's stressing me It's stressing me (x2) I saw it coming, you know how it's like to fall from grace when you're clowning Thinking your shit when you ain't got niks Grow Lil bitch you're a fucking mess All you think about is your fucking stress It's stressing me (fade out: