Stressed
Continental Five
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All day I sat in my cell
Just stressin', sittin' back, readin' my mail
Reminiscin' about the good times I had
Tryin' to relive all the good memories I have
Hate the sound it makes when they close the gates
Wake up at six to eat nasty cornflakes
You ain't have a routine and your time is long
Workout, eat and sleep, now your time is gone
It's all messed up, I'll fuck the Xbox
It's a telephone, niggas call that a stress box
Lunch ain't no better, they get you thick pieces of bread, mustard, nasty meat, big cheddar
Dinner all mushed up, extra
Fuck that, me and my niggas about to cook up
He got the sausage, he got the
I got the cheese, he got the noodles, we did that right
By the time I close my eyes to sleep at night
I thank the Lord that I could even sleep at night
'Cos I'm stressed