"Stressed" est une chanson interprétée par Continental Five. Il a été présenté dans l'épisode de la vingt-et-unième saison ,"Hummel et Héroïne", joué lors d'une scène de montage dans Shady Acres.
Paroles
All day I sat in my cell
Just stressin', sittin' back, readin' my mail
Reminiscin' about the good times I had
Tryin' to relive all the good memories I have
Hate the sound it makes when they close the gates
Wake up at six to eat nasty cornflakes
You ain't have a routine and your time is long
Workout, eat and sleep, now your time is gone
It's all messed up, I'll f*** the Xbox
It's a telephone, n****s call that a stress box
Lunch ain't no better, they get you thick pieces of bread, mustard, nasty meat, and fake cheddar
Dinner all mushed up, extra 'till you hook up
F*** that, me and my n****s about to cook up
He got the sausage, he got the rice
I got the cheese, he got the noodles, we did that right
By the time I close my eyes to sleep at night
I thank the Lord that I could even sleep at night
'Cos I'm stressed
Grey hairs comin' out my head
I'm tryna think, am I better off breathing or dead?
'Cos I'm stressed
I can't sleep at night, I'm in prison, I can't sleep at night
Man, it's makin' me stressed
23-hour lockdown sucks, 'cos they call you in the morning and you gotta get up
Play dice, old timers gonna teach you 'bout life
Get religious, start reading 'bout Christ, pray to God
Feels like I'm livin' in hell, but I'm stuck in the cell hoping the C-O don't fuck with my mail
Imma trip, 'cos I used to holla at tricks like "Boo I miss you, can you send me some freak pics?
I gotta show these n****s what I'm about
If you go in my house, I'll put that pin in the side of your mouth"
I use to stares out the window, looking at the moon
And dreaming that one day I'll be comin' home soon
My shorty on the V-I, she cry, she lie
She loved me, but she got a girl, she bi
By the time I close my eyes to sleep at night, I thank the Lord I could sleep at night
'Cos I'm stressed
Grey hairs comin' out my head
I'm tryna think, am I better off breathing or dead?
'Cos I'm stressed
I can't sleep at night, I'm in prison, I can't sleep at night
Man, it's makin' me stressed
People get locked up and pray to God
Me, I get locked up and play the yard
I'm doin' 20 sets of 20s, killin' the dips
Thousand pushups and I'm doin' 50 a clip, I'm goin' hard
Me and my n****s killin' the bar
Frustrated we sit and stuff playin' the yard
All I do is watch movies, thinkin' 'bout coochie
And all the bad bitches over the year that screwed me
I got a family that loves me, keep money on my books
But this cracker's lookin' at me like I'm a
Talk to my little brother, "Look this ain't the spot
You die here, somebody else'll take the spot"
Any n**** that do dirt, don't do dirt
'Cos jail leave ya hurt, dead and
By the time I close my eyes to sleep at night
I thank the Lord that I could even sleep at night
'Cos I'm stressed
Grey hairs comin' out my head
I'm tryna think, am I better off breathing or dead?
'Cos I'm stressed
I can't sleep at night, I'm in prison, I can't sleep at night
Man, it's makin' me stressed
Grey hairs comin' out my head
I'm tryna think, am I better off breathing or dead?
'Cos I'm stressed
I can't sleep at night, I'm in prison, I can't sleep at night
Man, it's makin' me stressed