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stress - conway the machine lyrics

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[intro]
uh, uh, uh

[verse 1]
life is ’bout trials and tribulations
and overcomin’ obstacles, but i’m tired of sh*t i’m facin’
plus it’s not only mines, but everybody’s situations
that i gotta make better, and that sh*t take cheddar
i guess everybody want me to say it
i guess n*ggas think ten million what shady payin’
i tell ’em, “no”, they talk down on me and try to play it
guess they forgot about all the other sh*t that i gave ’em
funny how they can be so forgetful
of all that other sh*t i say yes to
i’m sure this is somethin’ every real n*gga worldwide can attest to
when a n*gga need something, the only time they call and check you
you n*ggas ever think that i’m stressed too?
n*ggas act like i owe ’em, that sh*t is stressful
my girl said, “don’t let it stress you”
but she don’t even know that i’m depressed too

[chorus]
do anybody care that i’m stressed?
most of my homies died, the rest of ’em doin’ time
and do anybody care that i’m stressed?
i don’t come around, so i guess it’s out of sight, out of mind
but do anybody care that i’m stressed?
everybody got they hand out, askin’ me for sh*t
but do anybody care that i’m stressed?
do anybody care? uh, uh, do anybody care that i’m stressed?
[verse 2]
life, everybody go through that
but it’s a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that
i was down bad and broke, but i wrote through that
felt my problems would go away if i could blow through rap
dutch master, smoke the whole two packs
this kind of stress, i wouldn’t want my worst enemy to go through that
my cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that
i wish i had a chance to tell a n*gga, “don’t do that”
uh, n*ggas don’t understand depression is real
people stressin’ ’bout real life sh*t, you stressin’ your bills
i done seen my unc’ after my cousin hung his self
i never told n0body, but i lost a son myself
imagine bein’ in the hospital, holdin’ your dead baby
and he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin’ crazy
that’s why i drink a bottle daily
for all the sh*t i keep bottled in lately

[chorus]
do anybody care that i’m stressed?
most of my homies died, the rest of ’em doin’ time
and do anybody care that i’m stressed?
i don’t come around, so i guess it’s out of sight, out of mind
but do anybody care that i’m stressed?
everybody got they hand out, askin’ me for sh*t
but do anybody care that i’m stressed?
do anybody care? uh, uh, do anybody care that i’m stressed?
[verse 3]
ten months old, i was abused
kicked in the stomach, i swole up like a balloon
zipper on my stomach ’cause they split my liver
and not a day goes by where i don’t sip my liquor
where i don’t roll one and twist my swisher
thought i was helpin’ with the pain, but i’m just gettin’ sicker
uh, alcoholism is a sickness
how many people gonna admit that they addicted?
yeah, i drink ’cause i’m stressed
i’m stressed ’cause i’m depressed, depressed ’cause i’m just tired of this sh*t
they like, “why you stressed, boy? you blessed”
they don’t know about the nights where i can’t even get rest
burnin’ this kush while i pace
cryin’ in the mirror every time i look at my face
if you only knew what it took, what it takes
you only care what i put in my safe, but

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