No More/Stressed Out - song lyrics
Want the confetti
The fetti
I'm betting
That after you get it
You gonna be gone
Yes I am ready
I'm steady
Just plotting right here
I ain't doing this shit
On my own
Boro the gang in this shit
Raging and shit
Dancin right now to our song
If you hoping or betting we done
Well, hope you realize you wrong
I got the beats
I got the tone
Hey yo trust
Pick up the phone
Hey yo bitch
Get out my zone
Hey yo mind
Just been blown
Hey yo queen
Where's your throne?
I can give you one
If you want
But you still gotta get that shit
Right on your own
You feel me?
I just copped
Another band
And I did
The runningman
My peeps
They wanted some
They take
They wanting more
Those peeps
Quotation marks
I don't
Really trust em though
You good
They staying here
You bad
They gotta go
Like Dora
They vamanos
Run real fast
Snotty nose
Treat your ass
Like a money hole
Blow that shit
There the money goes
Poof
It vanish
That shit is
Mismanaged
This life
Is savage
That stress
You can have it
I want the confetti
The fetti
I'm betting
That after you get it
You gonna be gone
Yes I am ready
I'm steady
Just plotting right here
I ain't doing this shit
On my own
Boro the gang in this shit
Raging and shit
Dancin right now to our song
If you was hoping or betting we done
Well, hope you realize you wrong
I got the beats
I got the tone
Hey yo trust
Pick up the phone
Hey yo bitch
Get out my zone
Hey yo mind
Just been blown
Hey yo queen
Where's your throne?
I can give you one
If you want
But you still gotta get that shit
Right on your own
You feel me?
Stressed out
Damn I love this music
But this other shit
I'm bogged down
Thank God
My baby fine as hell
The way she walk
Wow
Thank god
The money looking fine
Up in my bank account
Thank God
I got my friends beside me
When I need em round
Agent Orange
Toxic
How you handling your business
You just yelling screaming acting
Like a kid is
And I'm finished
Wait up Brad
Take a breath
Don't get mad
Don't get upset
Block em out
And be your best
Fuck it
Get that off your chest
Aye
Like the S
When I come
Yeah I come for the neck
I'm me
I ain't like the rest
Don't sleep
Yeah I need me some rest
Put up my feet for a sec
No time
Yeah I need me a check
Ricky Bobby
Only want it if it's first place
God damn
Yeah I want it in the worst way
Still better than you
On my worst day
That's just some shit
You gotta face
That's just some shit
You gotta take
Artsy with the shit
I gotta paint
Stressed out
How I'm feeling
Juggling
Way too many decisions
But your boy
Got himself a vision
I got the keys
Yeah I'm driven
Trust