Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stressed Out, artist - J. Stalin. Album song Gas Nation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Livewire, Town Thizzness
Song language: English
Stressed Out |
Stressed out |
Lights out |
Tweaked out |
Lights out |
You are now tuned in to Heroin Music, volume 1 |
Get yo fix |
Yeah |
I’m gettin money homie |
But see you haters, so fly, my shoes is strawberry gators |
Eyes on me, it should be on this paper |
I’m thinking Maserati, while your mind’s on a scraper |
Military mind over matter, that’s what I’m aiming for |
I’m tryna get the street life, but I’m still selling coke |
Caught up in the rapture, mothafuck a pastor |
My pops was a deadbeat, so mama raised a bastard |
Started sniffing lines just to ease the pain |
Coulda swore I was a avenue, receiving the drain |
15 moving mean, yeah, I thought I was grown |
Wanted to be a soul stripper, so I copped me a chrome |
My granny used to tell me «slow down, you moving too fast» |
But I ain’t listen, I was coked up, ducking the task |
Now I’m stuck in a cell… with this pen and a pad |
Have you niggas every been somewhere stressed out? |
23 and 1, no mats, with the lights out |
Or coming home and see your mama all tweaked out |
Saying she don’t smoke, then why the fuck is the lights out? |
Have you niggas every been somewhere stressed out? |
23 and 1, no mats, with the lights out |
Or coming home and see your mama all tweaked out |
Saying she don’t smoke, then why the fuck is the lights out? |
Look |
Have you niggas ever been to West Oakland? |
Where if you ain’t a pusher, then you must be a smoker |
Where all the lil niggas bustin 40s and MAC-10s |
Rocks in our mouth, with a choppa by the trash bin |
Niggas sayin fuck they block and bang they squad |
I’ma stay solid for life, and that’s on God, and that’s on God |
I’a never change up, I don’t even cry, I done seen too much |
I’a never turn snitch, you can give me my time |
«Fuck you, pay me», that’s my reply |
Watching out for fake bitches cause you hoes ain; 't made right |
Ain’t in it for the nigga, all she want is the limelight |
I’m tryna sit back, and bl-blow when the time’s right |
Me and Charlie Monk looking fly as ever |
Belinda, keep your head up, it’s gon get better |
Just have faith in God, and I know he’ll bless ya |
Have you niggas every been somewhere stressed out? |
23 and 1, no mat, with the lights out |
Or coming home and see your mama all tweaked out |
Saying she don’t smoke, then why the fuck is the lights out? |
Have you niggas every been somewhere stressed out? |
23 and 1, no mats, with the lights out |
Or coming home and see your mama all tweaked out |
Saying she don’t smoke, then why the fuck is the lights out? |
Have you niggas every been somewhere stressed out? |
23 and 1, no mat, with the lights out |
Or coming home and see your mama all tweaked out |
Saying she don’t smoke, then why the fuck is the lights out? |
Have you niggas every been somewhere stressed out? |
23 and 1, no mats, with the lights out |
Or coming home and see your mama all tweaked out |
Saying she don’t smoke, then why the fuck is the lights out? |
Feel me? |
It’s Fresh and Blood |
Yeah |
You are now tuned into Heroin Music, volume 1 |
Get your fix |
Yeah |