Still Stressin’

[Verse 1]
I been up late stressing, no longer the essence of adolescence
The pressure of living presses my chest into compressions
Slow down, breathe, count to three, get your rest in
It’s negligence to not remember to count your blessings
But talk is talk, and life is life, I gotto live it
But to strike right and tight, you got to pivot
So I been working on this mental fitness, down to business
Exhibit L, I didn’t always listen
Cause all this stressing got me out of body
Watching happy crowds around me that don’t give a fuck about me
So I rеtreat into my music till it’s drowning out the
Pounding of my heartbеat from panic that is mouting
So if I’m out and there ain’t goodbye
Just know it ain’t you, I’m anxious, and Audi is the safer ride
And I’m lonely, so the bed a vacant place to hide
And retreat into my mind until escape arrive

[Hook]
Life sucks it’s a bitch
Whichever way that you spin it
Let’s get fucked up and get rich
That’s the way I do penance
Life sucks it’s a bitch
Just say you admit it
Let’s get fucked up and get rich
Fast pace on the race to the finish

[Verse 2]
Time ticking, ain’t no going back
Notice that it’s only forward where the horrors of unknown is at
Where your death lie, you hope they take the next guy
This high-pressure heat, it got me melting like the polar caps
Know I’m twisted, I might pop off like a soda shooken
Home alone, liquor pouring, thinking bout how old I’m getting
And how youth is fleeting, death move its greeting closer
Every born day on my neck, I feel its couthless breathing
Lately, I’ve been feeling I ain’t in control
All this paranoia, panic, keep your eyes up on the goal
But the tiredness it grow and deep inside, well, I ain’t whole, no
Just a hollow shell of the guy I used to know
Silence is gold, so I’m sticking to myself
So if I die, when I arrive, I’ll be rich when I’m in hell
I admit it I have failed friends
But I ain’t got the energy to drag myself to anything, I’m bitter, and I’m frail

[Hook]
Life sucks it’s a bitch
Whichever way that you spin it
Let’s get fucked up and get rich
That’s the way I do penance
Life sucks it’s a bitch
Just say you admit it
Let’s get fucked up and get rich
Fast pace on the race to the finish

[Verse 3]
City of skyscrapers used to be the spot for fly capers
Now it’s just a burden as my mind races
All these people, got us packed in like a rat’s den
I can barely fucking breathe when in Manhattan, got me gasping
The backpack, it got the Pax in for quick bits of relief
Slick hits of the leaf A trick hidden up leaves
A New York survival tactic
In the city where maneuvering requires backflips
Entire acrobatic routines
I’ll never understand how people got these magical means
To float through life and not be trapped undersea
And be well adjusted and happy and free, what’s the matter with me?
Yeah, it’s day by day until my death come
Cause the worms, they always demand a fresh one
Nah, it ain’t a question
Time tick tick toe and cross you when it’s destined

[Hook]
Life sucks it’s a bitch
Whichever way that you spin it
Let’s get fucked up and get rich
That’s the way I do penance
Life sucks it’s a bitch
Just say you admit it
Let’s get fucked up and get rich
Fast pace on the race to the finish