stressed out!

[sewerperson:]
Uh
I been up all night, I couldn't tell you
If they taking shots, I cannot feel, uh (I hate you, bigchase)
If I can't hold the crown, I gotta steal it no doubt
And I need some vacation time I'm getting stressed out

Invite me in a whim I shock them when I turn out
Forgiato wheels spinning when I roll out
This shit for my guys, I'm going 'til I burn out
Oh, you got me mad now
Oh, you tryna link, what you need some (Huh)
Oh, I'm getting top while hitting speed bumps, yeah
No, I don't wanna party but I'll drink some, yeah
750 ml I do not get drunk, oh
Stuff inside my coat, she tryna get some, huh
Pills inside my bag, she tryna pop one, I don't know
Where the fuck I get it from, like I don't know
I don't know
If you here to question me I think you shoulda stayed at home
1 band, on my kicks, twist on top my mid Dunks
I'm on my Corona shit, I hit you with a fist bump
Black and yellow Off-White hoodie, like it's 6ixbuzz
Up in zone, on my time, I'm fucking no chums

I been up all night, I couldn't tell you
If they taking shots, I cannot feel, uh
If I can't hold the crown, I gotta steal it no doubt
And I need some vacation time I'm getting stressed out

[SadBoyProlific:]
Yeah
Walked up to the gates of Hell and died first
If you wanna join the clique, you gotta die first
Spend a hundred nights confined if I'm defined with my words
Met Medusa, made her stare into my eyes first
Messages encoded from the crypt, been a century
Since I seen my enemies
Tryna take my energy
Brain matter splatter on your girl, John F. Kennedy
I am not immortal, I'm an entity
Straight fucking energy
You gotta appear some time, the time they saw my drinks they question me
Stuck inside yo' preordained destiny
I'm composing poetry, this shit is not a rap, boy
You was talking, met me in LA, it was a act, boy
Better stay up in yo' fucking lane before you crash, boy
I'll be down, I see the day, I take it from a frat boy
I just felt my atoms decompress again, uh
She been pissed but she still wanna fuck again, yeah
Stuck inside my mind, I wanna die again
Bro called me crying, said she backed up on lines again
Eyes with no life in them
I think I'm just sad a homie die again
I been in my room, I'm back to pouring up them lines again, uh

[guardin:]
Remember when we walked for miles, it was seven degrees
We tryna fill our backpacks with Arizona iced tea
Getting faded at my mom's, we hitting hookah's with ease
The bass is banging through the speakers bumping Capital Steez
It's unbelievable, I made it out alive with a dream
Celebrating every day in ways you wouldn't believe
I mopped the floor while writing ataraxy, just ask Shakeem
So here's the toast to all the homies coming up out the scene
It's a mad world we all live by somebody's motto
Cope with different vices, I been tipping back Moscato
Various Elixirs, no consistency with bottles
If the flavor hitting hard then I'ma drink it 'til I topple
Silly with aesthetics, I'ma make you hit the follow
Bitching 'bout my nails, I guess my dick is hard to swallow
You can call me all the homophobic slurs you wanna wallow
But no space inside my purse is looking hollow
We got what you need, sonically if you just run it back
Sewer, SBP and guardin ripping on the track
This the one you bump through summertime while whipping through the map
Burn it, burn it 'til you feeling all relaxed
Yeah

I'ma let this play out
Aye, aye, aye
Goddamn, bigchase you killed this shit