Stressed Out [Baby Phife Version: Full] Lyrics

[Chorus]
I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out
When you're face to face with your adversity
I really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed out
We're gonna make this thing work out eventually

Yo I ain't one to complain but there's things in the game
(What's your name?) Consequence, I'm tight, burnt like flames
(And why's that?) American dreams, they got this ghetto kid in a fiend

Don't stress that cause it's not in your bloodstream
Your whole being, comes from greatness, d'you remember
Satan got you caught in the storms of December
And brothers on the block packing nines like September
Crazy situations keeps pockets on slender

Yo I be on the avenue where they be acting brand new
I'm splurging on these Reebok joints for shorty boo

All of a sudden, I saw these two kids fronting
Talking out they joints but they wasn't saying nothing
My hand was on my toolie they was acting unruly
(Say word) Yo word up, yo I was tight caught up
But I swallowed my pride and let that nonsense ride
Because I'm positive it seems that negative dies

Yo we was at the dice game making these cats look silly
Flaming, steady running off at the Willie

I had my cash mixed, my rent due, with my play-dough
I gotta see some loot so all my girls I blow
Shook them shits in my palm let em hit the flo'
Kept my eyeballs scoping for them pigs po-po
I got to go on the ave see my parole by fo'
But I gotta steady freak these boys like JoJo

And I was doing it, til I met Ike, Spike, and Mike
One roll, they had my pockets thirstier than Sprite

Yo I know the feeling, when you feeling like a villain
You be having good thoughts but the evils be revealing
And the stresses of life can take you off the right path (no doubt)
Jealousy and envy tends to infiltrate your staff
We gotta hold it down so we can move on past
All adversities, so we can get through fast, like that

[Chorus]

You got the N.W.O. (low cash flow)
Your baby's on the way (and you don't know who)
And crosstown niggas trying to (bust at you)
Hey yo they got me stressed out (and you don't know what to do)
So frame this Kodak black, and vision to my contact
With a poultry scrap, workers get pistol smacked
The switch hitting Queens, niggas liquid sword spitting
With raw poppy, and now your first love is krill
Your vision of the mil got crept like Hey Lover
Tried to rise to the top, you just couldn't recover
And all I want is my laceration of the pie
To get this whip cream before the water runs dry
Niggas flashvdancing yo I don't know why
You're sick of snitching, she got you cruising to the pokey
Like Smokey, the stress be trying to squeeze out a homey
While I be trying to get star status like Shinobi
So we can build a dynasty, just like the Toby's
And all I want, is the world to know my steez
These money hungry niggas is seven thirty
And got me stressed out like these frog MC's

[Chorus]

Don't worry we goin' make it (gonna make it)
Don't worry we goin' make it (oh yeah)
Don't worry we goin' make it (gonna make it)
We goin' make it (gotta make it)
Don't worry we goin' make it (gotta make it)
We're gonna make it (we gotta make it)
Don't worry we goin' make it (we gonna make it)
We gonna make it
Don't worry we goin' make it
Don't worry we goin' make it (gonna make it)
Don't worry we goin' make it
We goin' make it
Don't worry we goin' make it
I know we gonna make it (we're gonna make it)
C'mon baby we goin' make it (yeah)
We goin' make it (yeah)
Don't worry we gon make it (we're gonna make it)
We've gotta make it (we've gotta make it)
We've gotta make it (oh yeah)
Know we're gonna make it
We're gonna make it, gonna make it, we gotta make it, know we gonna make it
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"Stressed Out [Baby Phife Version: Full]" as written by Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Ali Shaheed Jones-muhammad, Malik Izaak Taylor, Gary Taylor, Dexter Raymond Jr. Mills
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing
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