Feelings

Ayy
Ayy, huh
Sixteen and I’m tired of being stressed, yeah
Fuckin' with the same niggas in my head, yeah
Nothin' fuckin' changed, listen to the feds, yeah
Only go to school to drool on the desk, yeah
Sits back and I listen to the hell (yeah, yeah)
Tryna put my mind together, think I’m in a spell, uh
Gotta do my work unless I’m gonna fail
Stressed to get a job, or else you go to hell, uh
Sixteen and I’m tired of being stressed, yeah
Fuckin' with the same niggas in my head, yeah
Nothin' fuckin' changed, listen to the feds, yeah
Only go to school to drool on the desk, yeah
Sits back and I listen to the hell, uh
Tryna put my mind together, think I’m in a spell, uh
Gotta do my work unless I’m gonna fail
Stressed to get a job, or else I’m goin' to fail, uh
Stupid bitches and stupid fuckin' predicaments
They think I’m killin' shit but I’m just really drillin' shit
No, I ain’t feelin' shit, huh, no I ain’t seein' shit, huh
Now my feelings are hurt, shit’s all covered in dirt
Nigga, what? I’m still covered with the strap
Nigga buck, make them mothafuckin' rounds clap, uh
They think I’m crazy but this lean just got me dizzy
Fuckin' pussy drowning, fuckin' fists just got me lazy, uh
Sixteen and I’m tired of being stressed, yeah
Fuckin' with the same niggas in my head, yeah
Nothin' fuckin' changed, listen to the feds, yeah
Only go to school to drool on the desk, yeah
Sits back and I listen to the hell (yeah, yeah)
Tryna put my mind together, think I’m in a spell, uh
Gotta do my work unless I’m gonna fail
Stressed to get a job, or else you go to hell, uh