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Stressing, stressing, stressing, stressing Just like Usher said, I got a new confession Stressing, stressing, stressing, stressing Triple misdemeanor, I ain't learn my lesson Stressing, stressing, stressing, stressing Just like Usher said, I got a new confession Stressing, stressing, stressing, stressing Mama off the meds, she got manic depression I didn't pay my fine, license got suspended Had to pray to God I don't do no sentence Police searched the car, we ain't have much in it 'Cept a open bottle and some marijuana, God dammit Plus a grinder with some pot in it At 1am in Utah, and I am not kidding Road-side test, I really had to do it I would tell you how I passed but I don't wanna get into it I find it hard to really "talk about it" (yuh) That's why I bottle up a lot of shit My shorty told me that I don't cry enough Aw shit, is it really that obvious? I got my mind on a lotta shit Like how to make my next dime, pull them dollars in Plus all these problems with my mom and them I think about it all the time and you know it got me Stressing, stressing, stressing, stressing Just like Usher said, I got a new confession Stressing, stressing, stressing, stressing Triple misdemeanor, I ain't learn my lesson Stressing, stressing, stressing, stressing Just like Usher said, I got a new confession Stressing, stressing, stressing, stressing Mama off the meds, she got manic depression Sometimes it's a curse, sometimes it's a blessing Sometimes it get worse before it get better Tell me I'm the worst, curse and hang the phone up Next day she call me back and say she feeling better Opened up her purse when I needed cheddar I'm gon reimburse her if it take forever 'Cause she done had my back more than anyone ever I could still remember way back 'fore the cancer set in Can't front, you was someone different I've accepted it but it's some days where I still miss it Try my best to let it go, I can't just be indifferent Have you ever seen your mama and not recognize who is it? Sometimes this trauma is too much to mention That's why I be talking 'bout the commas, shifting my attention Lay in my cama staring at the ceiling That's where all this drama weighing on me and it got me stressing Stressing, stressing, stressing, stressing Just like Usher said, I got a new confession Stressing, stressing, stressing, stressing Triple misdemeanor, I ain't learn my lesson Stressing, stressing, stressing, stressing Just like Usher said, I got a new confession Stressing, stressing, stressing, stressing Mama off the meds, she got manic depression
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