​stressed out!

Uh i been up all night, I couldn't tell you
If they takin' shots, I cannot feel it, uh
(I hate you, bigchase)
If I can't hold the crown
I gotta steal it no doubt
And I need some vacation time
I'm getting stressed out

Invite me in a whim I shock
Them when I turn out
Forgiato wheels spinning when I roll out
This shit for my guys
I'm going 'til I burn out
Oh, you got me mad now
Oh, you tryna link, what you need some (Huh)
Oh, I'm getting top while
Hitting speed bumps, yeah
No, I don't wanna party
But I'll drink some, yeah
750 ml I do not get drunk, oh
Stuff inside my coat, she tryna get some, huh
Pills inside my bag, she tryna pop one
I don't know where the fuck I get it from
Like I don't know i don't know
If you here to question me I
Think you shoulda stayed at home
One band, on my kicks
Twist on top my mid Dunks
I'm on my Corona shit
I hit you with a fist bump
Black and yellow Off White hoodie
Like it's 6ixbuzz
Up in zone, on my time, I'm fucking no chums

I been up all night, I couldn't tell you
If they takin' shots, I cannot feel it, uh
If I can't hold the crown
I gotta steal it no doubt
And I need some vacation time
I'm getting stressed out

Yeah
Walked up to the gates of Hell and died first
If you wanna join the clique
You gotta die first
Spend a hundred nights confined
Now I'm defined with my words
Met Medusa, made her stare into my eyes first
Messages encoded from the crypt
Been a century since I seen my enemies
Tryna take my energy
Brain matter splatter on your girl
John F kennedy
I am not immortal, I'm an entity
Straight fucking energy
You gotta appear some time
The time they saw my drinks they question me
Stuck inside yo' preordained destiny
I'm composing poetry, this shit
Is not a rap, boy
You was talking, met me in LA, it was a act
Boy better stay up in yo' fucking
Lane before you crash, boy
I'll be down, I see the day
I take it from a frat boy
I just felt my atoms decompress again, uh
She been pissed but she
Still wanna fuck again, yeah
Stuck inside my mind, I wanna die again
Bro called me crying
Said she backed up on lines again
Eyes with no life in them
I think I'm just sad a homie die again
I been in my room, I'm back
To pouring up them lines again, uh

Remember when we walked for miles
It was seven degrees
We tryna fill our backpacks
With Arizona iced tea
Gettin' faded at my mom's
We hittin' hookah's with ease
The bass was banging through the
Speakers bumping Capital Steez
It's unbelievable
I made it out alive with a dream
Celebrating every day in ways
You wouldn't believe
I mopped the floor while writing ataraxy
Just ask Shakeem
So here's the toast to all the
Homies coming up out the scene
It's a mad world we all
Live by somebody's motto
Cope with different vices
I been tippin' back Moscato
Various Elixirs, no consistency with bottles
If the flavor hitting hard then I'ma
Drink it 'til I topple
Silly with aesthetics
I'ma make you hit the follow
Bitching 'bout my nails
I guess my dick is hard to swallow
You can call me all the
Homophobic slurs you wanna wallow
But no space inside my
Purse is looking hollow
We got what you need
Sonically if you just run it right back
Sewer, SBP and guardin ripping on the track
This the one you bump through summertime
While whipping through the map
Burn a blunt until you feeling all relaxed
Yeah

I'ma let this play out aye, aye, aye
Goddamn, bigchase you killed this shit

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