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Oh me oh my, shit is so stressful! My street so
Empty, I'm lookin' out the window, but I can't
Go outside I just wanna let go, I'm playin' nin-
Tendo, now sweats my dress code, ay, hurtin' my

Dollar signs, f*ckin' up the cash flow now, I'm
Lookin' at the e-mails, like where dafuq my bag go
Huh?! Ay
Close my eyes_i just wanna let go, but I ain't gotta
Dress up, now sweats my dress code, ay

Nothing but sunny skies you gotta be
Kidding me, I just wanna
Ride my skateboard n unleash the kid in me, ac-
Cess denied I guess I'll rip the beats, yea I like
Having extra time but a nigga can't live for free, uh
Somebody told me 2020 was gon' be
Special, you make it thru
This one, n you'll be successful
Waffle fries, ice cream with the
Drizzle on it ay I'm layin' on the
Sofa now while I'm eatin' on pretzels, yeh ay
Ima be thiiiccc by the
Time I leave yeh, I might need a
Workout, I'll work on my chest now, I'm doing my
Reps now, young nigga got all this stress I'm doing my
Best now, but it's like a swine flu remix 2.0
West nile, no we are not shaking hands give dat shit a
Rest now, we bumpin' elbows now! I'm burning my
Clothes now! Yeh that's kinda drastic ain't it but thas how it
Goes down, lysol spray you hoes down like whoah now

Oh me oh my, shit is so stressful! My street so
Empty, I'm lookin' out the window, but I can't
Go outside I just wanna let go, I'm playin' nin-
Tendo, now sweats my dress code, ay, hurtin' my

Dollar signs, f*ckin' up the cash flow now, I'm
Lookin' at the e-mails, like where dafuq my bag go
Huh?! Ay
Close my eyes_i just wanna let go, but I ain't gotta
Dress up, now sweats my dress code, ay

Lap top, cell phone, my only telescope to the world
You'd think from my dress code that my moniker was earl. These sweats tho, so stressful and my toddler want to plaaayay
It ain't the weekend her lil' head peeks in, "Why's daddy home today?" "Well, the markets' went crash, now daddy's on his ass
Tryna make this pay; can't hit the restaurants no more just the
Drive thru at chick-fil-aaayay..."
Hey. Ay! Time to tighten up the drawstrings, looks like the
Spring wrote off - survive thru the summer, and we'll
See what the fall brings - bang bang

Oh me oh my, shit is so stressful! My street so
Empty, I'm lookin' out the window, but I can't
Go outside I just wanna let go, I'm playin' nin-
Tendo, now sweats my dress code, ay, hurtin' my
Dollar signs, f*ckin' up the cash flow now, I'm
Lookin' at the e-mails, like where dafuq my bag go
Huh?! Ay
Close my eyes_i just wanna let go, but I ain't gotta
Dress up, now sweats my dress code, ay

You know that my sweater's the dress code
Wonderin' where did the checks go
F*ckin' around with the flex though
Quarantine with the rest now
Some of us wish we were blessed now
At home havin' sex now
Some of us ain't got the symptom
Runnin' 'round dick drippin'
They lockin' us down in my state
All of my payments is late
None the stores got chicken
Niggas done bought all the steak
I hope I don't run out of toilet paper
'cus all the stores sold out
I'm stuck in my hood now
Trying not to freak out-
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Oh me oh my, shit is so stressful! My street so
Empty, I'm lookin' out the window, but I can't
Go outside I just wanna let go, I'm playin' nin-
Tendo, now sweats my dress code, ay, hurtin' my

Dollar signs, f*ckin' up the cash flow now, I'm
Lookin' at the e-mails, like where dafuq my bag go
Huh?! Ay
Close my eyes_i just wanna let go, but I ain't gotta
Dress up, now sweats my dress code, ay

Nothing but sunny skies you gotta be
Kidding me, I just wanna
Ride my skateboard n unleash the kid in me, ac-
Cess denied I guess I'll rip the beats, yea I like
Having extra time but a nigga can't live for free, uh
Somebody told me 2020 was gon' be
Special, you make it thru
This one, n you'll be successful
Waffle fries, ice cream with the
Drizzle on it ay I'm layin' on the
Sofa now while I'm eatin' on pretzels, yeh ay
Ima be thiiiccc by the
Time I leave yeh, I might need a
Workout, I'll work on my chest now, I'm doing my
Reps now, young nigga got all this stress I'm doing my
Best now, but it's like a swine flu remix 2.0
West nile, no we are not shaking hands give dat shit a
Rest now, we bumpin' elbows now! I'm burning my
Clothes now! Yeh that's kinda drastic ain't it but thas how it
Goes down, lysol spray you hoes down like whoah now

Oh me oh my, shit is so stressful! My street so
Empty, I'm lookin' out the window, but I can't
Go outside I just wanna let go, I'm playin' nin-
Tendo, now sweats my dress code, ay, hurtin' my

Dollar signs, f*ckin' up the cash flow now, I'm
Lookin' at the e-mails, like where dafuq my bag go
Huh?! Ay
Close my eyes_i just wanna let go, but I ain't gotta
Dress up, now sweats my dress code, ay

Lap top, cell phone, my only telescope to the world
You'd think from my dress code that my moniker was earl. These sweats tho, so stressful and my toddler want to plaaayay
It ain't the weekend her lil' head peeks in, "Why's daddy home today?" "Well, the markets' went crash, now daddy's on his ass
Tryna make this pay; can't hit the restaurants no more just the
Drive thru at chick-fil-aaayay..."
Hey. Ay! Time to tighten up the drawstrings, looks like the
Spring wrote off - survive thru the summer, and we'll
See what the fall brings - bang bang

Oh me oh my, shit is so stressful! My street so
Empty, I'm lookin' out the window, but I can't
Go outside I just wanna let go, I'm playin' nin-
Tendo, now sweats my dress code, ay, hurtin' my
Dollar signs, f*ckin' up the cash flow now, I'm
Lookin' at the e-mails, like where dafuq my bag go
Huh?! Ay
Close my eyes_i just wanna let go, but I ain't gotta
Dress up, now sweats my dress code, ay

You know that my sweater's the dress code
Wonderin' where did the checks go
F*ckin' around with the flex though
Quarantine with the rest now
Some of us wish we were blessed now
At home havin' sex now
Some of us ain't got the symptom
Runnin' 'round dick drippin'
They lockin' us down in my state
All of my payments is late
None the stores got chicken
Niggas done bought all the steak
I hope I don't run out of toilet paper
'cus all the stores sold out
I'm stuck in my hood now
Trying not to freak out-
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Writer: orin atkins, taylor graves, tommy simpson
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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