Stressed Lyrics by Young Thug, J. Cole, T-Shyne is the latest English song from “Punk”. The lyrics were written by T-Shyne, J. Cole, Young Thug while the song is produced by T-Minus, Tommy Parker, WU10.
“Stressed” Track Info:
| Song | Stressed |
| Album | Punk |
| Singer | Young Thug, J. Cole, T-Shyne |
| Produced By | T-Minus, Tommy Parker, WU10 |
| Lyrics | T-Shyne, J. Cole, Young Thug |
Stressed Lyrics
Got Me Stressed (Oh! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!)
I Don’t Wanna Rest (Oh! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!)
Smoking Cigarettes (Oh! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!)
Get It Off My Chest (Oh! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!)
I Don’t Wanna Stress (Woah!)
But I Can’t Help It Thinking If I Lose The Rest (Oh! Woah!)
And I Can’t Help It, I Don’t Wanna Stress (Oh! Woah!)
But I Can’t Help It, Hey (Oh! Oh!)
No, No, No
Rocky Balboa, I’m Boxin’ With Ya, Hey
(Woah, Woah! Woah! Woah!)
I Don’t Know If I Wanna Sock It To Ya, Hey
(Woah, Woah! Woah! Woah!)
I Told Her Buy Huaraches For Me
(Woah, Woah! Woah! Woah!)
Skeletons Out The Closet For Me, Hey
(Woah, Woah! Woah! Woah!)
I Don’t Know If I Wanna Expose This To You (Oh! You)
I Don’t Know If I Wanna Caress You (Oh! Oh!)
Wonder What I Wanna Do With You, Girl (Oh! Woah!)
Don’t Know What I Wanna Would Do With You
Well, It’s That Gap Talk, Pistol Hold
N*g** On Your Damn Street
P***y N*g** Usually Pop A Trigger If The Hand Speak
Lackluster, I’ma Smack Suckers This Year
I’ma Make A Hundred Thousand Racks Of This Here
Do The Math, Hunnid Million For The Slow Ones In The Class
Type Of Bags I Be Getting Be Too Big To Pay In Cash
Send It Wide, Send It Fast
Before I Might Jus Change My Mind
Nowadays A Million Dollars Barely Worth A N*g** Time
I Ain’t Saying That I’m The Richest N*g**
That’s In This S**t (But I’m One Of Them)
Barely Check My Account
N*g** I’m Admittin’ It (I Don’t Give A F**k)
F**k Around With My Bread
Bet You I’ma Find Out (I’ma Catch A N*g**)
Couple N*g**s, I Doubt It
Know What I’m Talking About
N*g** Don’t Play With Me
I Got A Wife, I Got A Baby To Feed
I Got A Momma To Spoil, I Got A Brother
Got A Few Legal Fees
I Got A Daddy And S**t, Medical Bills, Credit To Fix
People To Pay, Label To Run
You Play With Your Life Or You Play With My Funds, N*g**
Got Me Stressed (Oh! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!)
I Don’t Wanna Rest (Oh! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!)
Smoking Cigarettes (Oh! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!)
Get It Off My Chest (Oh! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah!)
I Don’t Wanna Stress (Woah!)
But I Can’t Help It Thinking If I Lose The Rest (Oh! Woah!)
And I Can’t Help It, I Don’t Wanna Stress (Oh! Woah!)
But I Can’t Help It, Hey (Oh! Oh!)
No, No, No
Oh! Sweats, Road, Jets, Tote, Texts, No Flex
Bad B***hes, No Let’s Own That, Broke, Next Pill
Pop A Square, N*g**s Bare Witness (Oh!)
Blunt Twisters, F**k N*g**s (Oh! Got Me Stressed)
I’ve Been Stressing
‘Cuz I Still Ain’t Buy My Dad A House (Stressing)
I’ve Been Stressing
‘Cuz My Girl Said We Can’t Work It Out
I Know Some People That Start Sinnin’
As Soon As Church Get Out
And I Don’t Think Like I Used To Think
‘Cuz I’m Older Now
When You Broke, You Doing More For Less
You Ain’t Finding No Success
Sad To Say My Girl Just Left
And I Really Love Her To Death
Told Her I Can’t Call Her My Ex
‘Cuz I Feel Like We Ain’t Finished Yet
I Just Text Her Phone And I Said Are You Out Your Feelings Yet?
And My Brother, He Just Called And Need That Lawyer Money
They Said He Did It, But I Know He Didn’t
But You Need O.J. Money When You Tryna Get Acquitted (Yeah!)
This S**t Is Sickenin’, Nobody Listen When You Imprisoned
I Was Hanging On The Corner With Some Jordan’s On, No Designer
Servin’ Up That White Girl, Back Then We Called Her Fine China
I Was Looking For A Bad B***h, But Didn’t Know Where To Find Her
All This Pressure And This Stress Make Me A Diamond
I’m Just Tryna Show Love, Some People Never Grow Up
Sometimes I Wish I Could Trust, But That’s How Feelings Get Crushed
I Used To Ride On The Train, I Used To Ride On The Bus
They Wanna Hang With The Gang But, Dawg, They Not One Of Us