Damn, I don't know why they me out And they keep looking at me with them eyes I'm tired, me room, let me breathe For own good
Damn, I don't know why stress me out And they keep looking at me with them dark I'm tired, me room, let me breathe For your own
How you me assimilated, ya crazy 'Cuz the gap me and my dad is big Don't me, fact is, I don't even speak his lingo Still the place he left 30 years ago home
I'm of this politics, it's cut between 2 cultures Got them both bodied in my backyard like Picture me rolling on a donkey named With 2 of water, let the waterman lead ya
Either ya follow the drip drops or my Cheetahs Either way kid, I'm living proof, you get through Enough to send grandma first class to Mecca things first, ya know that's discipline playa
Giving back to moms and for all these years Trying to raise a kid up here like they do down Heads to the sky, clear it comes to my fam Groceries they know I supply in whatever Now can I
Damn, I don't know why stress me out And they looking at me with them dark eyes I'm tired, me room, let me breathe For own good
Damn, I don't know why stress me out And they keep looking at me with them eyes I'm tired, me room, let me breathe For own good
a que Yo caiga, y si mi camino Yo me integro, no
Ya he suficiente Mis tatuajes los llevo la muerte Mis ojos no ven No soy de nada
Las palabras a seguir las para admirar No las yo Si no aprender no te puedo ensear Esta no?
Que lo que digo y lo que aqu Es criticado, comparado, exagerado, as Que lo es ignorar, superar y conseguir Lo para m.
Damn, I know why they stress me out And they keep at me with them dark eyes I'm tired, me room, let me breathe For own good
Damn, I don't know why they me out And they keep looking at me them dark eyes I'm tired, me room, let me breathe For own good
No thoughts mass confusion No rest 'cause we empty illusions Is it my mind or my heart speaking Maybe I'm just stressed out, probably that
Mom's yelling where you been And pop's rap ain't gon' pay the rent So stressed when I do this shit at the same time I'm working from 10 to 6
Many things on my mind I think straight I wanna quit but maybe it's too late Or maybe I'm weak and afar from Or maybe it's God pushing me towards my faith
Damn, I don't know why stress me out And they keep at me with them dark eyes I'm tired, give me room, let me For your own
Damn, I don't know why stress me out And they keep looking at me them dark eyes I'm tired, give me room, let me For own good