Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
jarek testa
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Sick of all the stress, all these fuckin memories
Man, they stuck up in my head
Tell the pain to go away, I get fucked up instead
I can't seem to catch a break but fuck it no regrets
Up all night thinking but I can't get no rest
Can't go no rest, yeah
Always try my best, yeah
When will this end
Life is a mess
Can't even pretend
My mind's in distress
But I'm not even pressed
So many times I swear I was misled
But my life is so blessed
Small circle of friends
I'm keeping it less
Can't let nobody in
I stack the dividends
Man I'm countin' up the racks
Pull up in a Benz and my man's in the back
Ballin' like I'm Melo
Mix some purple with the yellow
I was down a dark road
Man, shit was getting narrow
Sick of all the stress, all these fuckin memories
Man, they stuck up in my head
Tell the pain to go away, I get fucked up instead
I can't seem to catch a break but fuck it no regrets
Up all night thinking but I can't get no rest
Can't go no rest, yeah
Always try my best, yeah
When will this end
Life is a mess
Can't even pretend
Need to get away
Need some time and space
No regrets but I made mistakes
Sick of all the stress but I need your trust
Live and reminisce got me feelin stuck
Living in my head and I can't adjust
Always numb but I'm always feeling
Sick of all the stress, all these fuckin memories
Man, they stuck up in my head
Tell the pain to go away, I get fucked up instead
I can't seem to catch a break but fuck it no regrets
Up all night thinking but I can't get no rest
Can't go no rest, yeah
Always try my best, yeah
When will this end
Life is a mess
Can't even pretend
Written by: jarek testa