Sickest these flows that I stun motherfucka's with, you know baby I didn't wanna kill this with some little tiff; what change can this bring, I tried to sing that one song, but nothing came to my lips, tisk! Ya say cause the only word that comes to thought is, "Stress". Hell yes I am tweaked, hazy shades cover my geeking face, just like that bomb blew the fuck up right in my puking face! Tell them to stay wild, and know that I fucking hated every single day, getting faded into a hole is something I would rather not know! Weakest, this is my title for the way I crumble with indecision!
Stressed Out!
(Needs some work!)
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