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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,001
Peak in subgenre #99
Author
Lyrics: Oblivion Beat: Beatshop
Rights
Oblivion Records 2007
Uploaded
May 02, 2007
Track Files
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:12
Lyrics
[Hook]
Prolly why tha beer tastes so good on my tongue
Prolly why tha weed smoke feels so good on ya lungs
Its called (Stress)
Whatever you need to get by
Whether you get drunk, get fucked or get high (Stress)
Prolly why i sleep so damn long
Its prolly why i wrote this song, oh, its called (Stress)
Whatever you need to get by
Whether you get drunk, get fucked or get high (Stress)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, you could say i gotta lotta shit
But beneath it all you'll see its all politics
Some things i can't even speak about
Like my * you see? I had to bleep it out
'Cos * and *
But sometimes i feel certain that *
And if i said "please, * between *
On tha outside is where * be
Sometimes i wish i could disappear
In a puff of smoke - it clears and i'm not near
You ever wish you could go back to a time
In ya life and change something so it turns out fine?
Maybe stop yourself falling in love that one time?
Maybe stop yourself spending ya cash in dumb kind?
I wish i could build a time machine
And go back, give myself all tha advice i need - i'm so stressed
[Hook]
Prolly why tha beer tastes so good on my tongue
Prolly why tha weed smoke feels so good on ya lungs
Its called (Stress)
Whatever you need to get by
Whether you get drunk, get fucked or get high (Stress)
Prolly why i sleep so damn long
Its prolly why i wrote this song, oh, its called (Stress)
Whatever you need to get by
Whether you get drunk, get fucked or get high (Stress)
[Verse 2]
My muscles tense, i wake up in bed
A lot of times from stress, sheets covered in sweat
Tha last few scenes from my dreams kinda hazy
Sometimes i cry in my sleep, that make me crazy?
I never used to be like this, i changed
All of a sudden my brain, focused on tha pain
Focused on tha rain not tha rainbow that follow
Got to tha stage i don't wanna wake tomorrow
Hit tha bottle, i don't wanna wait for sorrow
Let tha alchohol bring it all out that i swallowed
And if it brings tears, then let it bring tears
I done been through enough shit these past 2 years
I experienced enough to need to get it out
I fought bad friends, bad dreams and self doubt
So if i break down that don't mean i ain't a man
That just means i've finally had more than i can stand, i'm stressed
[Hook]
Prolly why tha beer tastes so good on my tongue
Prolly why tha weed smoke feels so good on ya lungs
Its called (Stress)
Whatever you need to get by
Whether you get drunk, get fucked or get high (Stress)
Prolly why i sleep so damn long
Its prolly why i wrote this song, oh, its called (Stress)
Whatever you need to get by
Whether you get drunk, get fucked or get high (Stress)
[Verse 3]
Tha skin under my eyes leave tracks from when i've cried
I can push tha stress back but it never dies
And people say i'm weak from tha marks on my cheeks
But if you could only see why they cut so deep
I'm not an emo 'cos i rap about this
I just don't let my ego tell me it makes me a bitch
Everybody cries, don't let 'em tell you otherwise
Some people weak so they hide with a disguise
I wear my heart on my sleeve so on tha mic
Its only natural i tell you 'bout tha wrong and tha right
Its only right that i tell you why i'm mentally fried
And i explain tha tears so when i've eventually died
Theres no questions unanswered - i wish that i
Could be tha man who cured cancer, not waste my life
I'm so stressed 'cos i feel i've been blessed
And i've thrown it all away with no idea whats next, i'm stressed
[Hook]
Prolly why tha beer tastes so good on my tongue
Prolly why tha weed smoke feels so good on ya lungs
Its called (Stress)
Whatever you need to get by
Whether you get drunk, get fucked or get high (Stress)
Prolly why i sleep so damn long
Its prolly why i wrote this song, oh, its called (Stress)
Whatever you need to get by
Whether you get drunk, get fucked or get high (Stress)
