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LYRICFLUENTStressed - A COLORS SHOW Lyrics by Doechii Doechii
Below, you will find the lyrics for Stressed - A COLORS SHOW by Doechii.
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
I must be lost in my regrets
I must be down, I must be stressed
I've got like thirteen years of age
That I ain't still got off my chest
It must be so much more to life
If I had diamonds and baguettes
I must be stupid, fucking shady
Must be down, I must be stressed
I must be
Cooler than glaciers, I'm straight as the lines on my paper, I must be
Out of my nature, put that on my Lord and my Savior, I must be
Ready for more, ready to go, universe spoke
I must be, I know
You don't really want no parts in it
Only do shit if my heart's in it
These days feelings on shortages
And I only show love to my pharmacist
Darling, I've been shady, feeling's fading, I've been lackadaisy
So far, so frustrating
I've been snortin' lines like it's the eighties, please
I must be lost in my regrets
I must be down, I must be stressed
I've got like thirteen years of age
That I ain't still got off my chest
It must be so much more to life
If I had diamonds and baguettes
I must be stupid, fucking shady
Must be down, I must be stressed
I must be, ha, ha
Ha, ha
Ha, ha, ooh, ha
Sabotagin' me 'til I'm forced to rip the mask off
This lobotomy is just a reflection of the last lost
This body is in remembrance of the last lost
And this lady is too pretentious like the last
And look, I got a .22
I wouldn't call this bitch a catch-22
Here's your body back that I can dig for you
And let me live for you
Let me crawl inside your body
Make a meal of you
And tell you how many times I ain't feeling you
I must be lost in my regrets
I must be down, I must be stressed
I've got like thirteen years of age
That I ain't still got off my chest
It must be so much more to life
If I had diamonds and baguettes
I must be stupid, fucking shady
Must be down, I must be stressed
I must be lost in my regrets
I must be down, I must be stressed
I've had like thirteen years of age that I still ain't got off my chest
It must be so much more to life, if I had diamonds and baguettes
I must be stupid, fuckin'
I must be down, I must be stressed
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga
I got my champagne
You know, I, I, I'm in Vetements right now
I'm in Balenciaga, bitch
I'm with Colors, you know
And I'm still stressed
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh, ha
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