Damn, I don't why they stress me out And they keep looking at me them dark eyes I'm tired, me room, let me breathe For your own
Damn, I don't know why they me out And they keep at me with them dark eyes I'm tired, me room, let me breathe For your own
How dare you me assimilated, ya the gap between me and my dad is big Don't change me, fact is, I don't even speak his Still the place he left 30 years ago home
I'm tired of this politics, it's cut 2 cultures Got them both in my backyard like vultures Picture me on a donkey named Cheetah With 2 barrels of water, let the waterman ya
Either ya follow the drip drops or my dudu way kid, I'm living proof, you will get through Enough cash to send grandma first to Mecca First things first, ya that's discipline playa
Giving back to and pops for all these years Trying to raise a kid up here they do down there Heads to the sky, clear when it to my fam Groceries they know I in whatever demand Now can I
Damn, I don't know why they me out And they keep looking at me them dark eyes I'm tired, give me room, let me For your own
Damn, I know why they stress me out And keep looking at me with them dark 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 ganado Mis tatuajes los hasta la muerte Mis ojos no ven No soy de nada
Las palabras a seguir las para admirar No las yo Si no puedo no te puedo ensear claro no?
Que lo que y lo que hago aqu Es criticado, comparado, exagerado, as Que lo es ignorar, superar y conseguir Lo para m.
Damn, I don't know why they me out And keep looking at me with them dark eyes I'm tired, give me room, let me For own good
Damn, I don't know why stress me out And they looking at me with them dark eyes I'm tired, give me room, let me For your own
No thoughts just mass No rest 'cause we chase illusions Is it my mind thinking or my heart Maybe I'm just stressed out, it's probably
always 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 I can't think straight Sometimes I wanna quit but maybe it's too Or I'm weak and afar from debate Or maybe it's just God pushing me towards my
Damn, I know why they stress me out And they keep looking at me 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 at me with them dark eyes I'm tired, give me room, let me For own good