And i'mma keep ya fresh
Kids giving their parents bad stress
I'm no stress-reliever, no natural born leader/
They ain’t fuck with me neither, 15 and high on reefer
Yes sir, please confess
Fondly carressing stress,
Champagne, foreign names in my pool
While we going through the school
Stress, it's not to impress,
Spending her time with him i guess
But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess
The children will deal bullying and deal with the stress,
Gotta lotta stuff, fool
See i learned it in school
That's the sound of my tool
My friends were off at school
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