TGE York - Stressed Lyrics

My bitch no longer want me
My side bitch done turned into a junkie
For love she can leave me on my lonely
I'm stressin' under pressure
The world was on back couldn't get no better
She got up and she left didn't like the weather
Applyin' my aggression been dyin' for some time or a second
I know I been in line for a blessin'
And Guss I blame you, you put me on this bitch you hear me sankin'
Depression house arrest wit' out a anklet
Caressin' on my weapon closest thang' to my bitch she feelin' ancient
But she don't want me back she feel i ain't shit
This shit affect my child, and lately it's been hard for me to smile
Ain't even really joce' in a lil' while
I ran it wit' my momma' but she so f*ckin' tired of all my drama
I know she wished she woulda' used a condom
Her baby give her hell, her only child that ever went to jail
The shit we got in common know the smell
God I need a sell, got leisure time but she don't seem to care
My only conversation wit' a scale, wit' sleep I don't excel
I lay across the sheets not under covers
Be really in the street might need a cover
We work and hardly ever see each other
The way this shit be lookin' might never ever be each other
I'm workin' on my self I'm hopin' meet each other

Somewhere in the middle
(Haha)