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[Chorus]I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed outWhen you're face to face with your adversityI really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed outWe're gonna make this thing work out eventuallyYo I ain't one to complain but there's things in the game(What's your name?) Consequence, I'm tight, burnt like flames(And why's that?) American dreams, they got this ghetto kid in a fiend Don't stress that cause it's not in your bloodstreamYour whole being, comes from greatness, d'you rememberSatan got you caught in the storms of DecemberAnd brothers on the block packing nines like SeptemberCrazy situations keeps pockets on slenderYo I be on the avenue where they be acting brand newI'm splurging on these Reebok joints for shorty booAll of a sudden, I saw these two kids frontingTalking out they joints but they wasn't saying nothingMy hand was on my toolie they was acting unrulySongtexte(Say word) Yo word up, yo I was tight caught upBut I swallowed my pride and let that nonsense rideBecause I'm positive it seems that negative diesYo we was at the dice game making these cats look sillyFlaming, steady running off at the WillieI had my cash mixed, my rent due, with my play-doughI gotta see some loot so all my girls I blowShook them shits in my palm let em hit the flo'Kept my eyeballs scoping for them pigs po-poI got to go on the ave see my parole by fo'But I gotta steady freak these boys like JoJoAnd I was doing it, til I met Ike, Spike, and MikeOne roll, they had my pockets thirstier than SpriteYo I know the feeling, when you feeling like a villainYou be having good thoughts but the evils be revealingAnd the stresses of life can take you off the right path (no doubt)Jealousy and envy tends to infiltrate your staffWe gotta hold it down so we can move on pastAll adversities, so we can get through fast, like that[Chorus]You got the N.W.O. (low cash flow)Your baby's on the way (and you don't know who)And crosstown niggas trying to (bust at you)Hey yo they got me stressed out (and you don't know what to do)So frame this Kodak black, and vision to my contactWith a poultry scrap, workers get pistol smackedThe switch hitting Queens, niggas liquid sword spittingWith raw poppy, and now your first love is krillYour vision of the mil got crept like Hey LoverTried to rise to the top, you just couldn't recoverAnd all I want is my laceration of the pieTo get this whip cream before the water runs dryNiggas flashvdancing yo I don't know whyYou're sick of snitching, she got you cruising to the pokeyLike Smokey, the stress be trying to squeeze out a homeyWhile I be trying to get star status like ShinobiSo we can build a dynasty, just like the Toby'sAnd all I want, is the world to know my steezThese money hungry niggas is seven thirtyAnd got me stressed out like these frog MC's[Chorus]Don't worry we goin' make it (gonna make it)Don't worry we goin' make it (oh yeah)Don't worry we goin' make it (gonna make it)We goin' make it (gotta make it)Don't worry we goin' make it (gotta make it)We're gonna make it (we gotta make it)Don't worry we goin' make it (we gonna make it)We gonna make it Don't worry we goin' make it Don't worry we goin' make it (gonna make it)Don't worry we goin' make it We goin' make it Don't worry we goin' make itI know we gonna make it (we're gonna make it)C'mon baby we goin' make it (yeah)We goin' make it (yeah)Don't worry we gon make it (we're gonna make it)We've gotta make it (we've gotta make it)We've gotta make it (oh yeah)Know we're gonna make itWe're gonna make it, gonna make it, we gotta make it, know we gonna make it
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"Stressed Out [Raphael Saadiq's Remix][*]" as written by Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Ali Shaheed Jones-muhammad, Malik Izaak Taylor, Gary Taylor, Dexter Raymond Jr. Mills
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing
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