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ysh - no stress كلمات الأغنية

oh lord help me i’m tryna see
these contemplations are k!llin’ me
so elated! am i faded?
i’m lost inside my head
i might end it all on a whim
im taking no sh_t no stress

back on the track never ran on it
slacked in the past now i’m gonna dash on it
fact of the matter f_ck a pat on the back
cuz it crack n it smack when it land on me

so don’t act like it’s real when ya tap on it
it don’t spill how ya feel now i’m mad homie
for the real imma deal with the lag
seal up the bag, flood it n splash on it

so i ain’t
taking no sh_t, no stress, no sweat
even tho i got some worries (woe)
waking up way up still feel blessed
someone come catch me hurry (go)
roll up fold up make no mess
blow it up and see how high it gets
i ain’t taking no sh_t, no stress from anybody
no no
i peek in the mirror, it’s never been clear
mentally absent, physically here
seeking the purpose, passively passed
meant to be active, money come stacked
pen on the pad and i’m mad on the mic
pent up the crass so i sing sang it with hype
strife with the stagnance
gain up some traction
and praying that imma be slaying for life

the so_and_society, axe on sobriety
hold me up to their standards so highly
slowly mandate the dates benign
i ain’t f_ckin’ with flyin’ their banner so wildly
mind me, i’m feeling nauseous
prolly from dealing with qualms of conscious
cuz im living the life of the lavish balanced
with mumblin’ nonchalance, b_tch!

switch pitch i’m downing the fifth (i’m drinking it)
i’m hitting the spliff n i’m loud with it (i’m fl!cking it)
i keep it legit when i’m spitting it swift
come sip from a cup that i’m drowning in

the dope in the crown gimme hope i’m pumped
nicotine making my heart pound thump
slump in the protocol cuz the cortisol
so critical n cynical f_ck i’m stumped
i twiddle n fiddle my thumbs my nose
i’m numb in the face, dumb with the doze
gunning for more than some humbling prose
i’m venting on beats oh my troubling woes

i’m writing my t’s ain’t crossing em tho
might end up with l’s, gon’ learn em n grow
no sweat in the capability, you feeling me ?
hold up my threes n i’m aiming for gold

back on the track never ran on it
slacked in the past now i’m gonna dash on it
fact of the matter f_ck a pat on the back
cuz it crack n it smack when it land on me

so don’t act like it’s real when ya tap on it
it don’t spill how ya feel now i’m mad homie
for the real imma deal with the lag
seal up the bag, flood it n splash on it

- ysh

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