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Esham - Nervous lyrics
Nervous breakdown Stress build-up Um And I'm paranoid Skitsofrantic I just think I'm God I know I'm God I'm God I'm stressed out like a mu'fucka, hand on my heata I told my bitch to get the fuck on, I don't need her My mind on my money cause it's comin' up short I just left court on child support A witness to a murda but I will not tell Cause most of my niggas in the county jail Amphetamines make me fiend to stack cream Niggas on my team be gone off scalene My hair fallin' out, it's turnin' gray cause I'm stressed The police want me dead and a warrant for my arrest I can't do nothin' plus the IRS Know my telephone numba and my home address This nigga wanna murda me, the bitches say they hate me My heart been feelin like it bust on me lately I'm gone in this muthafucka mind on loid The simple situations in life, I can't avoid Niggas out the murda me Cause they never heard of me America's most playa hated and under rated Simply stated, niggas hate it, they wanna test Homie been accused of playa hatin' so confess Oh my, know why, these niggas hate me so much It's cause I can't be touched I'm diabolical sinister Man I murda ya minister When is the narcotic Reel Life Product And I'm stressed out Just gone Stop steamin and lookin' hard Stop, stop, stop steamin and lookin' hard Just gone Just gone And I'm stressed out now Stop steamin and lookin' hard Stop, stop, stop steamin and lookin' hard |
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