Nervous

(Album: Bruce Wayne: Gothom City 1987 - 1997)

You know what
(Stop scheming, and looking hard) Nervous breakdown
(Stop scheming, and looking hard) Um, I got a stress build-up
(Stop scheming, and looking hard) Um
(Stop scheming, and looking hard) Man, and I'm, um
(Stop scheming, and looking hard) And I'm paranoid schizophrenic
(Stop scheming, and looking hard) I just think I'm God
(Stop scheming, and looking hard) I know, I know I'm God
(Stop scheming, and looking hard) I'm God

I'm stressed out like a motherfucker, hand on my heater
I told my bitch to get the fuck on, I don't need her
My mind on my money 'cause it's coming up short
I just left court on child support
A witness to a murder but I will not tell
'Cause most of my niggas in the county jail
Amphetamines make me fiend to stack C.R.E.A.M
Niggas on my team be gone off 'scalene
My hair falling out, it's turning gray cause I'm stressed
The police want me dead and a warrant for my arrest
I can't do nothing, plus the IRS
Know my telephone number and my home address
This nigga wanna murder me, the bitches say they hate me
My heart been feeling like it bust on me lately
I'm gone in this motherfucker mind on 'noid
The simple situations in life, I can't avoid
Niggas out the murder me 'cause they never heard of me
America's most player hated and underrated
Simply stated, niggas hate it, they wanna test
Homie been accused of player hating 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 murder ya minister
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And I'm stressed out
(Stop scheming, and looking hard)
(Stop scheming, and looking hard)
Just gone, just gone, and I'm stressed out now
(Stop scheming, and looking hard)
(Stop scheming, and looking hard)

Nervous breakdown got a nigga on creep
My pistol be under my pillow every time I sleep
Niggas wanna see me six feet under the earth
I wish I was never, ever born for what it's worth
Now I got a problem, suicidal in every way
I don't even know if I'ma live another day
Seems like everybody against me on the planet
Niggas can't stand it, I was born a schizophrenic
I see things with my eyes that ain't there
Knowing it ain't fair, raised not to care
How could you wanna be me when nigga you don't know me?
Every day I'm stressed out and unholy
A homicidal, vital recital is what I write
Some suckers get suicidal once I'd have a mic
Nigga what, motherfucker you know what to rep
Every time they say my name niggas scared to death
My name sparks fear in the hearts of punks and hoes
Resurrect my intellect and I arose
Suppose you knew how I was, you wouldn't guess
I need professional help because I'm stressed
Stressed the fuck out