Stress

(Prod. Brian Music)

Yeah…

Feels heavy on my chest,

Tryna breathe through all this mess,

But I’m caught up in the stress,

Caught up in the stress…

Wake up with the weight on my shoulders,

Cold world, but my heart gettin’ colder,

Deadlines, red lines, stackin’ like folders,

Tryna keep it cool but the pressure take over.

Every text, every call, every bill on my line,

They don’t see the cracks, I just tell ’em I’m fine.

Clock tickin’, mind racin’, runnin’ outta time,

I been prayin’ for some peace I can’t seem to find.

I’m just tryna catch my breath,

Feelin’ buried, nothin’ left.

All this pain I can’t confess,

Livin’ life under stress.

I’m just tryna heal this mess,

Learn to turn my curse to bless.

But the weight stay on my chest,

Yeah, I’m caught up in the stress.

Studio nights, no sleep for the dream,

Fightin’ my demons behind the scenes.

Everybody see the shine, not the screams,

Smile on my face but it ain’t what it seems.

Chasin’ that bag but it come with a price,

Fakin’ my calm in the middle of the fight.

Dark thoughts lurkin’ when I’m alone at night,

But I keep pushin’ on ‘cause I gotta live life.

Ohhh, don’t let it break me down,

Tryna turn it all around.

Lost but I’ll be found,

I’ll rise above somehow.

I’m just tryna catch my breath,

Feelin’ buried, nothin’ left.

All this pain I can’t confess,

Livin’ life under stress.

I’m just tryna heal this mess,

Learn to turn my curse to bless.

But the weight stay on my chest,

Yeah, I’m caught up in the stress.

Stress on my mind but I won’t fold,

Pressure make diamonds from the cold.

Brian on the beat, story told,

Turn my struggle into gold.