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Текст песни Drake - S.T.R.E.S.S. (feat. Nickelus F)

13 января 2014 г. Просмотров: 889 RSS
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Southern Smoke!!!



[Intro: Drake Talking]

Yeah. Ren. M.O.F. Haha.

It's Drake man. It's Drake man.Yeah

Ayo Ren this that gritty shit here man

I'ma half to tell them about I been through on this know what I mean

HO! Southern Smoke!!!



[Verse 1: Drake]

Very few give you that truth, it's either they can't do it with lyrics

Or can't do it in spirit, they cancel what they doing

The samples that they using, can't get through the clearing

I'll handle it since they just can't get you to hear it

My father's early careering forced my parents to split up

My mother was a teacher, my father was kind of fed up

With just being a florist, the choir sang his chorus

And he got back into doing what he was doing before us

Because money is an issue, your son he gon miss you

And plus you got a wife at home because mommy still exist too

Now you looking for exes, you ain't never expect this

You end up doing time, and me I end up with a step-sis

Nobody passing judgment, or question where the drugs went

You know I hold you down because without you, I'd be a wasn't

And mommy I'ma support her, I keep it all in order

See her with tears in her eyes or you arrested at the border

But



[Chorus: Nickelus F]

I got stress on my shoulders

Trying to keep my heart pure but this world is making it colder

Young black man dodge your bullets trying to get older

And you wonder why we turn to drugs and chain smokers

IT'S STRESS MY NIGGA!!!

I'm just trying to live my life cuz

Make a little money, find a bunny

to make my wife cuz BO!, BO!, BO!, BO!

I'm just trying to live my life cuz

Make a little money, find a bunny

to make my wife cuz BO!, BO!, BO!, BO!



[Verse 2: Drake]

This is my life, and so the rest is kinda been cool, question what I been through

I write a verse addressing it, and yes I might offend you

Picture when I was in school,

Me being the closest thing to black, and guess what rap music what I was into

Rest of the kids were sheltered, I never liked to fight

But when someone called me a "nigger" I'd punch them I couldn't help it

Now I'm grown I can say what it is

It's parents that got these Black and Filipino nannies raising they kids

And your daddy want it very right

I make you happy, plus I'm Jewish, he don't approve, I think he want you to marry white

He want Sinatra at the wedding, not Barry White

Because black is black honey, even if he's very light

And so I never been for dinner at they places

Always brutally honest, and so I pin it to they faces

I live it so the case is, whether Drake is

Way ahead of his time, or inquisitive and racist



[Chorus: Nickelus F]

I got stress on my shoulders

Trying to keep my heart pure but this world is making it colder

Young black man dodge your bullets trying to get older

And you wonder why we turn to drugs and chain smokers

IT'S STRESS MY NIGGA!!!

I'm just trying to live my life cuz

Make a little money, find a bunny to make my wife cuz BO!, BO!, BO!, BO!

I'm just trying to live my life cuz

Make a little money, find a bunny to make my wife cuz BO!, BO!, BO!, BO!



[Verse 3: Drake]

Am I hot as the rest, should I strive for my spot as the best

Like girls with Double D's, I gotta lot on my chest

There's questions that need to be answered that's not on the test

Instead of staring at quizzes (?) now it's models with breasts

And yes, when I'm dismissed after a tedious listen

I sit at home and say I should of been a pediatrician

Homie, I probably could of been on TV consistent

An artist like Pablo, or maybe Petey's assistant

And my mindset is come and get me

I'm all alone at home with my mom and grandma and ain't nobody running with me

So, if you got the heart to come in here and kill a lady, daughter, and her grandson

Nigga get the handgun

If not, you gon make me call the burbs out in Richmond

That have you niggas laying out on the curb, they some hitmen

Last couple of months I done probably been

Around the world and back, and I don't wanna question half the places Nick been



[Chorus: Nickelus F (Drake ad-libs)]

I got stress on my shoulders (Uh!)

Trying to keep my heart pure but this world is making it colder (Yeah!)

Young black man dodge your bullets trying to get older (Oh!)

And you wonder why we turn to drugs and chain smokers (Yeah man!)

IT'S STRESS MY NIGGA!!!

I'm just trying to live my life cuz

Make a little money, find a bunny

to make my wife cuz BO!, BO!, BO!, BO! (This that gritty shit boy)

I'm just trying to live my life cuz (Got me winded over here man)

Make a little money, find a bunny

to make my wife cuz BO!, BO!, BO!, BO! (Uh)

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