"Stress" lyrics
(feat. Cities Aviv)
[Cities Aviv:]
I seen 'em switch up on the corner
That ain't trust
Never treat 'em like fam
Return to dust
Keep my junt on my side
Missions of us
Any place you go to empty your head
Keep it lush
Six boots on my bed
Got a dot on my head
Missing coin from my check
With a star on my neck
[Show Me the Body:]
Tension, tension
Tension breeds perfection
Stress, stress, stress
No leisure
Tension breeds perfection
Stress, stress, stress
No leisure
Work slip, go back to work
Check, time slot, check
Go back to work, slip
Time slot, check
Go back to work, slip
Time slot, check
Go back to work, slip
Star around my neck
[Show Me the Body:]
Tat on the arm like the marks on the back
You should take it back
You weren't raised like that
Star around my neck
Tat on the arm like the marks on the back
You should take it back
You weren't raised like that
Star around my neck
Tat on the arm like the marks on the back
You should take it back
You weren't raised like that
Star around my neck
Tat on the arm like the marks on the back
You should take it back
You weren't raised like that
"The dudes rolled up. He came up behind the motherfucker, he was like 'Yo... ' He was like 'Yo, pull that shit out on him' so he pulled out the pipe and it was like 'pow, pow'. The blood started runnin'. I was like, 'Oh shit, that motherfucker didn't just die, did he? ' Runnin' home, layin' in bed, heart beatin', you're like 'Yo, I hope this motherfucker don't die.' That's for real. 'Hope this motherfucker don't die.' That's when you go home, you're layin' in bed, 6 in the morning after a mescaline trip and you're like 'Yo, I hope some motherfucker out there is not dead. So we can do this shit again the next day'"
I seen 'em switch up on the corner
That ain't trust
Never treat 'em like fam
Return to dust
Keep my junt on my side
Missions of us
Any place you go to empty your head
Keep it lush
Six boots on my bed
Got a dot on my head
Missing coin from my check
With a star on my neck
[Show Me the Body:]
Tension, tension
Tension breeds perfection
Stress, stress, stress
No leisure
Tension breeds perfection
Stress, stress, stress
No leisure
Work slip, go back to work
Check, time slot, check
Go back to work, slip
Time slot, check
Go back to work, slip
Time slot, check
Go back to work, slip
Star around my neck
[Show Me the Body:]
Tat on the arm like the marks on the back
You should take it back
You weren't raised like that
Star around my neck
Tat on the arm like the marks on the back
You should take it back
You weren't raised like that
Star around my neck
Tat on the arm like the marks on the back
You should take it back
You weren't raised like that
Star around my neck
Tat on the arm like the marks on the back
You should take it back
You weren't raised like that
"The dudes rolled up. He came up behind the motherfucker, he was like 'Yo... ' He was like 'Yo, pull that shit out on him' so he pulled out the pipe and it was like 'pow, pow'. The blood started runnin'. I was like, 'Oh shit, that motherfucker didn't just die, did he? ' Runnin' home, layin' in bed, heart beatin', you're like 'Yo, I hope this motherfucker don't die.' That's for real. 'Hope this motherfucker don't die.' That's when you go home, you're layin' in bed, 6 in the morning after a mescaline trip and you're like 'Yo, I hope some motherfucker out there is not dead. So we can do this shit again the next day'"
