Stressed
Young Thug with J. Cole & Tโ€Shyne Lyrics


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Got me stressed (oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I don't wanna rest (oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Smokin' cigarettes (oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Get it off my chest (oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I don't wanna stress (whoa)
But I can't help it thinkin' if I lose the rest (oh, whoa)
And I can't help it, I don't wanna stress (oh, whoa)
But I can't help it, yeah (oh, oh)
No, no, no

Rocky Balboa, I'm boxin' with ya, yeah (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I don't know if I wanna sock it to ya, hey (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I told her buy Huaraches for me (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Skeletons out the closet for me, hey (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I don't know if I wanna expose this to you (oh, you)
I don't know if I wanna caress you (oh, oh)
I don't know what I wanna do with you, girl (oh, whoa)
I don't know what I wanna do with you

Well, it's that gat totin', pistol holdin' nigga on your damn street
Pussy nigga usually pop a trigger if the hand speak
Lackluster, I'ma smack suckers this year
I'ma make a hundred thousand racks off of this here
Do the math, hunnid million for the slow ones in the class
Type of bags I be gettin' be too big to pay in cash
Send the wire, send it fast, 'fore I might just change my mind
Nowadays a million dollars barely worth a nigga time
I ain't sayin' I'm the richest nigga that's in this shit (but I'm one of them)
Barely check my account, nigga, I'm admittin' it (I don't give a fuck)
Fuck around with my bread, bet you I'ma find out (I'ma catch you, nigga)
Couple niggas I deaded, know what I'm talkin' about
Nigga, don't play with me, I got a wife, I got a baby to feed
I got a mama to spoil, I got a brother, got a few legal fees
I got a daddy and shit, medical bills, credit to fix
People to pay, label to run
You play with your life if you play with my funds, nigga

Got me stressed (oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I don't wanna rest (oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Smokin' cigarettes (oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Get it off my chest (oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I don't wanna stress (whoa)
But I can't help it thinkin' if I lose the rest (oh, whoa)
And I can't help it, I don't wanna stress (oh, whoa)
But I can't help it, yeah (oh, oh)
No, no, no

Old sweats, road, jets, tote TECs, no flex
Bad bitches, no let's, on deck, broke, next
Pill popper, square niggas bare witness (oh)
Blunt twisters, fuck niggas (oh, got me stressed, oh)

I've been stressin' 'cause I still ain't buy my dad a house (stressin')
I've been stressin' 'cause my girl said, "We can't work it out" (got me stressed)
I know some people that start sinnin' soon as church get out (church get out)
And I don't think like I used to think, 'cause I'm older now (older now)
When you broke, you doin' more for less (yeah)
You ain't findin' no success (no success)
Sad to say my girl just left, and I really love her to death (I do)
Told her I can't call her my ex
'Cause I feel like we ain't finished yet (we not done)
I just text her phone and I said, "Are you out your feelings yet?"
And my brother, he just called, he need that lawyer money (that lawyer money)
They said he did it, but I know he didn't (nah)
But you need O.J. money when you tryna get acquitted (yeah)
This shit is sickenin', nobody listen when you in prison (prison)
I was hangin' on the corner, with some Jordan's on, no designer (no designer)
Servin' up that white girl, back then we called her "Fine China" (yeah)
I was lookin' for a bad bitch
But I didn't know where to find her (where to find her)
All this pressure and this stress made me a diamond (diamond)
I'm just tryna show love, some people never grow up
Sometimes I wish I could trust, but that's how feelings get crushed




I used to ride on the train, I used to ride on the bus
They wanna hang with the gang, but no, they not one of us

Overall Meaning

The song "Stressed" by Young Thug, J. Cole, and T-Shyne delves into the different reasons that cause stress in people's lives. The lyrics talk about smoking cigarettes to relieve the tension and getting things off their chest. They express the desire not to stress and look for ways to manage it, but they admit that sometimes it's hard not to feel anxious. Furthermore, J. Cole also talks about the stress of managing his financial obligations, including taking care of his family, dealing with legal fees, and running his label. The final verse deals with the frustration of trying to navigate life and relationships and dealing with the pressure to ultimately become a success.


The artists' delivery of the lyrics is intense, with their voices sounding strained at times, mirroring the emotions conveyed in their words. The repeated chorus emphasizes the overwhelming feeling of stress that they are trying to get rid of by any means necessary. The verses illustrate the underlying reasons causing stress in their lives, allowing the listener to empathize with them.


Overall, "Stressed" is a relatable song that captures the various stress factors that people experience in their lives and how they go about dealing with them.


Line by Line Meaning

Got me stressed (oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I'm feeling extremely anxious and overwhelmed


I don't wanna rest (oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I can't relax or take a break from my problems


Smokin' cigarettes (oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I'm using smoking as a coping mechanism for my stress


Get it off my chest (oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I need to express my worries and relieve some of my tension


I don't wanna stress (whoa)
I don't want to feel overwhelmed and anxious


But I can't help it thinkin' if I lose the rest (oh, whoa)
I can't help but worry that if I don't push myself, I'll fall behind


And I can't help it, I don't wanna stress (oh, whoa)
Even though I want to avoid stress, I can't control my feelings


But I can't help it, yeah (oh, oh)
I'm unable to change the way I feel


No, no, no
I emphatically don't want to deal with any more stress


Rocky Balboa, I'm boxin' with ya, yeah (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I'm fighting a difficult challenge just like Rocky did in the movies


I don't know if I wanna sock it to ya, hey (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I'm uncertain if I want to fight this challenge head-on or avoid it


I told her buy Huaraches for me (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I asked a woman to buy me a pair of shoes


Skeletons out the closet for me, hey (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I'm revealing my past secrets and mistakes to someone


I don't know if I wanna expose this to you (oh, you)
I'm unsure if I want to share this information with you


I don't know if I wanna caress you (oh, oh)
I'm unsure if I want to be physically or emotionally intimate with you


I don't know what I wanna do with you, girl (oh, whoa)
I'm uncertain about my feelings and intentions toward this woman


It's that gat totin', pistol holdin' nigga on your damn street
I'm a dangerous person in possession of weapons


Pussy nigga usually pop a trigger if the hand speak
Cowards use guns to solve their problems


Lackluster, I'ma smack suckers this year
I'm going to be more assertive and aggressive this year


I'ma make a hundred thousand racks off of this here
I'm going to earn a lot of money from this endeavor


Do the math, hunnid million for the slow ones in the class
This is an easy and obvious way to make a lot of money


Type of bags I be gettin' be too big to pay in cash
I earn so much money that I can't carry it all in paper cash


Send the wire, send it fast, 'fore I might just change my mind
Send me the money transfer quickly or I may change my decision


Nowadays a million dollars barely worth a nigga time
Making only a million dollars is not worth my time and effort


I ain't sayin' I'm the richest nigga that's in this shit (but I'm one of them)
I'm acknowledging that I'm wealthy, but not the wealthiest person in my field


Barely check my account, nigga, I'm admittin' it (I don't give a fuck)
I rarely check my bank account and I don't care about my finances


Fuck around with my bread, bet you I'ma find out (I'ma catch you, nigga)
If you mess with my money, I'll find out and retaliate


Couple niggas I deaded, know what I'm talkin' about
I've killed a few people and I'm willing to do it again


Nigga, don't play with me, I got a wife, I got a baby to feed
Don't mess with me because I have a family to support


I got a mama to spoil, I got a brother, got a few legal fees
I have other financial obligations to attend to


I got a daddy and shit, medical bills, credit to fix
I also have expenses related to my father and personal financial issues


People to pay, label to run
I have many people to support and oversee in my business


You play with your life if you play with my funds, nigga
If you mess with my money, you are putting your life on the line


Old sweats, road, jets, tote TECs, no flex
I wear old clothes and travel a lot, sometimes with weapons


Bad bitches, no let's, on deck, broke, next
I have many attractive women around me, but I'm not interested in them


Pill popper, square niggas bare witness (oh)
I use drugs and people who are not part of my lifestyle are watching


Blunt twisters, fuck niggas (oh, got me stressed, oh)
I smoke marijuana and am frustrated with people who act stupid


I've been stressin' 'cause I still ain't buy my dad a house (stressin')
I'm anxious because I haven't fulfilled my promise to purchase a home for my father


I've been stressin' 'cause my girl said, "We can't work it out" (got me stressed)
I'm upset and worried because my girlfriend has given up on our relationship


I know some people that start sinnin' soon as church get out (church get out)
I know people who behave badly and sin as soon as they leave church


And I don't think like I used to think, 'cause I'm older now (older now)
As I've grown older, my thoughts, opinions, and beliefs have changed


When you broke, you doin' more for less (yeah)
When you're poor, you're doing more work for less money


You ain't findin' no success (no success)
Financial success is difficult to achieve when you're poor


Sad to say my girl just left, and I really love her to death (I do)
It's unfortunate that my girlfriend has just ended our relationship, even though I still love her deeply


Told her I can't call her my ex
I'm still considering her as my girlfriend, not my ex


'Cause I feel like we ain't finished yet (we not done)
I think there's potential for our relationship to continue


I just text her phone and I said, "Are you out your feelings yet?"
I've messaged her and asked if she's willing to reconcile


And my brother, he just called, he need that lawyer money (that lawyer money)
My brother requires financial assistance to pay for a lawyer


They said he did it, but I know he didn't (nah)
Although my brother is accused of a crime, I believe he's innocent


But you need O.J. money when you tryna get acquitted (yeah)
You need a lot of money to hire a good lawyer and get acquitted like O.J. Simpson


This shit is sickenin', nobody listen when you in prison (prison)
The justice system is flawed, and people ignore those who are incarcerated


I was hangin' on the corner, with some Jordan's on, no designer (no designer)
I was standing on the street corner, wearing Air Jordan sneakers but not any expensive clothing


Servin' up that white girl, back then we called her "Fine China" (yeah)
I used to sell cocaine, which was nicknamed 'fine china' at the time


I was lookin' for a bad bitch
I was searching for an attractive and desirable woman


But I didn't know where to find her (where to find her)
I was unsure of where to find the kind of woman I was seeking


All this pressure and this stress made me a diamond (diamond)
Despite the difficulties and challenges, I've become strong and resilient like a diamond


I'm just tryna show love, some people never grow up
I'm attempting to spread love and positivity, but some individuals refuse to mature


Sometimes I wish I could trust, but that's how feelings get crushed
I yearn to trust others, but trust often leads to disappointment and heartbreak


I used to ride on the train, I used to ride on the bus
I used to rely on public transportation to get around


They wanna hang with the gang, but no, they not one of us
People desire to be part of our group, but they don't meet the requirements or have the right attitude




Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jeffery Lamar Williams, Jermaine L. Cole, Tafa Peters, Thomas Westly Lumpkins, Tyler Matthew Carl Williams, Kelvin L. Wooten

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