Poët - Stressed To Get It

Shout Out To Dutches
Yeah Yeah
Lost the way I'm stressing just to get it
Pressed it up I pressed it when I'm with it
Depression comes been lurking for a minute
Cause who was you to come up off your feelings
I can get away but that ain't working
Probably get away provely skirting
Pressed away they miss it while they searching
Pressed the game they play but they uncertain
Passed your way I get it you ain't wit it
They was coming they still looking to get it
How the fuck you get deal with this shit
Pressed enough I'm pressed to get it finished
I was lacking on you before you did it
Now I'm Kyrie Irving with the finish
Who was you to say you fuckin with us
Who was you to try to come acquitted
Yea
I pull up in fame make em put it in work
Pack it all the same cause I got it out the dirt
They ain't get the range wen they pull it of skirt
But I promise every pain put it in a verse
Promise with my range I'ma pull it off first
If I get it down the same around the same
Promise things I'm gonna pull it off first
Who was you to hide the fame, count the row
Hide the same they lie the same tho
Lost the game they tried to save boast
Lost the pain tried to say
You would hide the fame to say the things closed
Lost the fame
Down the pain
Now the same
Less of things but i know I'm KING that's how I pulled it off

Written by:
Wesley Huerta

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