[{"id":18125768,"name":"Stressed","trackName":"Stressed","artistName":"Conway the Machine","albumName":"Stressed","duration":320.052245,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh\n\nLife is 'bout trials and tribulations\nAnd overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\nThat I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\nI guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\nI guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\nI tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\nGuess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n(What about all the other times nigga?)\n\nFunny how they can be so forgetful\nOf all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\nI'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\nWhen a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\nYou niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\nNiggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\nHuh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\nBut she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nThe bulls- in life, everybody go through that\nBut it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\nI was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\nFelt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\nDutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\nThis kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\nMy cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\nI wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\nUh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\nPeople stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\nAnd not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\nI never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\nImagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\nAnd he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\nThat's why I drink a bottle daily\nFor all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nTen months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\nKicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\nZipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\nAnd not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\nWhere I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\nThought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\nUh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\nHow many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\nYeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\nDepressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\nThey like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\nThey don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\nBurnin' this kush while I pace\nCryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\nIf you only knew what it took, what it takes\nYou only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nDo you know what it feels like to be alone?\nFor the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\nYou can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\nThey seen you fall\n\nThey watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\nThey wouldn't help you get back up\nYou was all alone, you was in a dark place\nBut one day, that spark kicked in you\nAnd you said, \"You know what?\"\nYou got that old feeling when you was a winner\nWhen you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n\nBut you was still by yourself\nYou was by yourself them nights in the gym\nYou was by yourself them nights in the trap\nAnd you said, \"I'ma come back\"\nAnd that's what you did, you came back\n\nBut it was that moment\nThat moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\nI don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\nI don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n\nYou came alive\nThat was the motivation that pushed you to come back\nAnd now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\nAnd everybody know your name again\nBut you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\nYou're back...","syncedLyrics":"[00:34.82] Uh, uh, uh\n[00:37.45] Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n[00:39.45] And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n[00:42.68] 'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n[00:45.57] That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n[00:49.56] I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n[00:51.87] I guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\n[00:54.96] I tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\n[00:57.92] Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n[01:00.61] (What about all the other times nigga?)\n[01:01.95] Funny how they can be so forgetful\n[01:04.34] Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n[01:06.68] I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n[01:10.05] When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n[01:14.39] You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n[01:17.02] Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n[01:19.98] Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n[01:22.33] But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n[01:24.88] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[01:27.85] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[01:30.73] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[01:33.57] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[01:36.77] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[01:39.95] E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[01:43.07] But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[01:45.17] (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[01:46.26] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[01:48.17] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[01:49.72] The bulls- in life, everybody go through that\n[01:52.69] But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\n[01:55.73] I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n[01:58.85] Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n[02:02.04] Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n[02:04.18] This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n[02:08.14] My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n[02:11.02] I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n[02:14.24] Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\n[02:17.11] People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\n[02:20.48] And not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\n[02:23.47] I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n[02:26.32] Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n[02:29.63] And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n[02:33.92] That's why I drink a bottle daily\n[02:35.61] For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n[02:38.20] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[02:41.11] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[02:43.93] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[02:46.87] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[02:50.15] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[02:53.12] E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[02:56.22] But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[02:58.48] (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[02:59.60] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[03:01.61] (Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[03:04.33] Ten months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\n[03:06.66] Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n[03:10.36] Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n[03:12.99] And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n[03:16.82] Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n[03:19.18] Thought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n[03:22.28] Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\n[03:25.06] How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n[03:28.43] Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\n[03:32.53] Depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n[03:34.84] They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n[03:36.87] They don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n[03:41.25] Burnin' this kush while I pace\n[03:42.99] Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n[03:46.48] If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n[03:49.03] You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n[03:51.66] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[03:54.50] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[03:57.37] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[04:00.08] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[04:03.41] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[04:06.67] E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[04:09.70] But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[04:11.85] (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[04:12.94] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[04:15.06] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[04:18.17] Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n[04:19.87] For the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\n[04:22.54] You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n[04:24.57] 'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\n[04:27.57] They seen you fall\n[04:28.78] They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n[04:31.13] They wouldn't help you get back up\n[04:32.73] You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n[04:35.08] But one day, that spark kicked in you\n[04:36.86] And you said, \"You know what?\"\n[04:37.92] You got that old feeling when you was a winner\n[04:40.17] When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n[04:42.52] But you was still by yourself\n[04:43.96] You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n[04:45.60] You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n[04:47.57] And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n[04:49.13] And that's what you did, you came back\n[04:50.86] But it was that moment\n[04:52.06] That moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n[04:54.61] I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n[04:58.19] I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n[05:01.13] You came alive\n[05:02.33] That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n[05:04.57] And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n[05:06.93] And everybody know your name again\n[05:08.73] But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n[05:11.24] You're back...\n[05:15.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stressed\n  artist: Conway the Machine\n  album: Stressed\n  duration_ms: 320052\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, uh, uh\n  start_ms: 34820\n  end_ms: 37450\n- text: Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  start_ms: 37450\n  end_ms: 39450\n- text: And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  start_ms: 39450\n  end_ms: 42680\n- text: '''Cause it''s not only mines, got everybody''s situations'\n  start_ms: 42680\n  end_ms: 45570\n- text: That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n  start_ms: 45570\n  end_ms: 49560\n- text: I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n  start_ms: 49560\n  end_ms: 51870\n- text: I guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\n  start_ms: 51870\n  end_ms: 54960\n- text: I tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\n  start_ms: 54960\n  end_ms: 57920\n- text: Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  start_ms: 57920\n  end_ms: 60610\n- text: (What about all the other times nigga?)\n  start_ms: 60610\n  end_ms: 61950\n- text: Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  start_ms: 61950\n  end_ms: 64340\n- text: Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  start_ms: 64340\n  end_ms: 66680\n- text: I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  start_ms: 66680\n  end_ms: 70050\n- text: When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n  start_ms: 70050\n  end_ms: 74390\n- text: You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? 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(You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 96770\n  end_ms: 99950\n- text: E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 99950\n  end_ms: 103070\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 103070\n  end_ms: 105170\n- text: (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 105170\n  end_ms: 106260\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 106260\n  end_ms: 108170\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 108170\n  end_ms: 109720\n- text: The bulls- in life, everybody go through that\n  start_ms: 109720\n  end_ms: 112690\n- text: But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\n  start_ms: 112690\n  end_ms: 115730\n- text: I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  start_ms: 115730\n  end_ms: 118850\n- text: Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n  start_ms: 118850\n  end_ms: 122040\n- text: Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  start_ms: 122040\n  end_ms: 124180\n- text: This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  start_ms: 124180\n  end_ms: 128140\n- text: My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  start_ms: 128140\n  end_ms: 131020\n- text: I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n  start_ms: 131020\n  end_ms: 134240\n- text: Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\n  start_ms: 134240\n  end_ms: 137110\n- text: People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\n  start_ms: 137110\n  end_ms: 140480\n- text: And not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\n  start_ms: 140480\n  end_ms: 143470\n- text: I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n  start_ms: 143470\n  end_ms: 146320\n- text: Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  start_ms: 146320\n  end_ms: 149630\n- text: And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  start_ms: 149630\n  end_ms: 153920\n- text: That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  start_ms: 153920\n  end_ms: 155610\n- text: For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n  start_ms: 155610\n  end_ms: 158200\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 158200\n  end_ms: 161110\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 161110\n  end_ms: 163930\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 163930\n  end_ms: 166870\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 166870\n  end_ms: 170150\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 170150\n  end_ms: 173120\n- text: E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 173120\n  end_ms: 176220\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 176220\n  end_ms: 178480\n- text: (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 178480\n  end_ms: 179600\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 179600\n  end_ms: 181610\n- text: (Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 181610\n  end_ms: 184330\n- text: Ten months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\n  start_ms: 184330\n  end_ms: 186660\n- text: Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  start_ms: 186660\n  end_ms: 190360\n- text: Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  start_ms: 190360\n  end_ms: 192990\n- text: And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n  start_ms: 192990\n  end_ms: 196820\n- text: Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  start_ms: 196820\n  end_ms: 199180\n- text: Thought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  start_ms: 199180\n  end_ms: 202280\n- text: Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\n  start_ms: 202280\n  end_ms: 205060\n- text: How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n  start_ms: 205060\n  end_ms: 208430\n- text: Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\n  start_ms: 208430\n  end_ms: 212530\n- text: Depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  start_ms: 212530\n  end_ms: 214840\n- text: They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  start_ms: 214840\n  end_ms: 216870\n- text: They don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n  start_ms: 216870\n  end_ms: 221250\n- text: Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  start_ms: 221250\n  end_ms: 222990\n- text: Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  start_ms: 222990\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 229030\n- text: You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n  start_ms: 229030\n  end_ms: 231660\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 231660\n  end_ms: 234500\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 234500\n  end_ms: 237370\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 237370\n  end_ms: 240080\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 240080\n  end_ms: 243410\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 243410\n  end_ms: 246670\n- text: E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 246670\n  end_ms: 249700\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 249700\n  end_ms: 251850\n- text: (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 251850\n  end_ms: 252940\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 252940\n  end_ms: 255060\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 255060\n  end_ms: 258170\n- text: Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  start_ms: 258170\n  end_ms: 259870\n- text: For the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\n  start_ms: 259870\n  end_ms: 262540\n- text: You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n  start_ms: 262540\n  end_ms: 264570\n- text: '''Cause you think that you''re a loser because everybody else seen you lost'\n  start_ms: 264570\n  end_ms: 267570\n- text: They seen you fall\n  start_ms: 267570\n  end_ms: 268780\n- text: They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  start_ms: 268780\n  end_ms: 271130\n- text: They wouldn't help you get back up\n  start_ms: 271130\n  end_ms: 272730\n- text: You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n  start_ms: 272730\n  end_ms: 275080\n- text: But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  start_ms: 275080\n  end_ms: 276860\n- text: And you said, \"You know what?\"\n  start_ms: 276860\n  end_ms: 277920\n- text: You got that old feeling when you was a winner\n  start_ms: 277920\n  end_ms: 280170\n- text: When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n  start_ms: 280170\n  end_ms: 282520\n- text: But you was still by yourself\n  start_ms: 282520\n  end_ms: 283960\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  start_ms: 283960\n  end_ms: 285600\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  start_ms: 285600\n  end_ms: 287570\n- text: And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  start_ms: 287570\n  end_ms: 289130\n- text: And that's what you did, you came back\n  start_ms: 289130\n  end_ms: 290860\n- text: But it was that moment\n  start_ms: 290860\n  end_ms: 292060\n- text: That moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  start_ms: 292060\n  end_ms: 294610\n- text: I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  start_ms: 294610\n  end_ms: 298190\n- text: I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n  start_ms: 298190\n  end_ms: 301130\n- text: You came alive\n  start_ms: 301130\n  end_ms: 302330\n- text: That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  start_ms: 302330\n  end_ms: 304570\n- text: And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  start_ms: 304570\n  end_ms: 306930\n- text: And everybody know your name again\n  start_ms: 306930\n  end_ms: 308730\n- text: But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  start_ms: 308730\n  end_ms: 311240\n- text: You're back...\n  start_ms: 311240\n  end_ms: 315240\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 315240\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh\n\n  Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n  That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\n  I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n  I guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\n  I tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\n  Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  (What about all the other times nigga?)\n\n  Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\n  You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n  Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  The bulls- in life, everybody go through that\n  But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\n  I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\n  Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\n  Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\n  People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\n  And not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\n  I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\n  Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Ten months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\n  Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\n  Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  Thought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\n  How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\n  Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\n  Depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  They don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\n  Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  For the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\n  You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n  'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\n  They seen you fall\n\n  They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  They wouldn't help you get back up\n  You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n  But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  And you said, \"You know what?\"\n  You got that old feeling when you was a winner\n  When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n\n  But you was still by yourself\n  You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  And that's what you did, you came back\n\n  But it was that moment\n  That moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n\n  You came alive\n  That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  And everybody know your name again\n  But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  You're back...\n"},{"id":15933652,"name":"Stressed","trackName":"Stressed","artistName":"Conway The Machine, Wallo267","albumName":"Stressed","duration":320.052245,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh\n\nLife is 'bout trials and tribulations\nAnd overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\nThat I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\nI guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\nI guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\nI tell 'em, \"No,\" they talk down on me and try to play it\nGuess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n(What about all the other times, nigga?)\n\nFunny how they can be so forgetful\nOf all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\nI'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\nWhen a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\nYou niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\nNiggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\nHuh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\nBut she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nEverybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nThe bullshit in life, everybody go through that\nBut it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\nI was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\nFelt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\nDutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\nThis kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\nMy cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\nI wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\nUh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\nPeople stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\nAnd not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\nI never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\nImagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\nAnd he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\nThat's why I drink a bottle daily\nFor all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nEverybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nTen months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\nKicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\nZipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\nAnd not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\nWhere I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\nThought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\nUh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\nHow many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\nYeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\nI'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\nThey like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\nThey don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\nBurnin' this kush while I pace\nCryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\nIf you only knew what it took, what it takes\nYou only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nEverybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nDo you know what it feels like to be alone?\nFor the world to count you out?\nSo you start countin' yourself out?\nYou can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\nBecause everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\nThey watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\nThey wouldn't help you get back up\nYou was all alone, you was in a dark place\n\nBut one day, that spark kicked in you\nYou said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\nWhen you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\nBut you was still by yourself\nYou was by yourself them nights in the gym\nYou was by yourself them nights in the trap\nAnd you said, \"I'ma come back\"\nAnd that's what you did, you came back\n\nBut it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\nI don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\nI don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\nYou came alive\nThat was the motivation that pushed you to come back\nAnd now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\nAnd everybody know your name again\nBut you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\nYou're back (you're back, you're back...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:34.80] Uh, uh, uh\n[00:37.45] Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n[00:39.44] And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n[00:42.75] 'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n[00:45.68] That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n[00:49.68] I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n[00:51.95] I guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\n[00:54.97] I tell 'em, \"No,\" they talk down on me and try to play it\n[00:57.97] Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n[01:00.78] (What about all the other times, nigga?)\n[01:01.84] Funny how they can be so forgetful\n[01:04.24] Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n[01:06.49] I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n[01:10.07] When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n[01:14.22] You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n[01:17.07] Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n[01:19.92] Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n[01:22.57] But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n[01:24.80] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[01:27.88] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[01:30.63] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[01:33.46] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[01:36.76] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[01:39.92] Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[01:42.99] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[01:46.23] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[01:48.13] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[01:49.68] The bullshit in life, everybody go through that\n[01:52.62] But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\n[01:55.83] I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n[01:58.65] Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n[02:01.94] Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n[02:04.10] This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n[02:08.19] My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n[02:11.10] I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n[02:14.16] Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\n[02:17.16] People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\n[02:20.44] And not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\n[02:23.35] I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n[02:26.35] Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n[02:29.73] And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n[02:33.87] That's why I drink a bottle daily\n[02:35.59] For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n[02:38.21] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[02:41.14] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[02:44.01] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[02:46.78] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[02:50.17] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[02:53.28] Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[02:56.38] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[02:59.53] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[03:01.50] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[03:04.23] Ten months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\n[03:06.70] Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n[03:10.33] Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n[03:13.04] And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n[03:16.74] Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n[03:19.14] Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n[03:22.21] Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\n[03:25.16] How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n[03:28.38] Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\n[03:30.86] I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n[03:34.90] They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n[03:36.88] They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n[03:41.15] Burnin' this kush while I pace\n[03:42.88] Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n[03:46.55] If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n[03:48.83] You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n[03:51.52] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[03:54.59] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[03:57.48] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[04:00.15] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[04:03.56] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[04:06.66] Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[04:09.65] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[04:12.81] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[04:14.97] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[04:18.01] Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n[04:19.97] For the world to count you out?\n[04:21.04] So you start countin' yourself out?\n[04:22.59] You can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\n[04:25.62] Because everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\n[04:28.84] They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n[04:31.13] They wouldn't help you get back up\n[04:32.81] You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n[04:35.06] But one day, that spark kicked in you\n[04:36.86] You said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\n[04:40.16] When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n[04:42.32] But you was still by yourself\n[04:43.98] You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n[04:45.53] You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n[04:47.70] And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n[04:49.24] And that's what you did, you came back\n[04:50.92] But it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n[04:54.78] I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n[04:58.09] I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n[05:01.11] You came alive\n[05:02.22] That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n[05:04.43] And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n[05:07.03] And everybody know your name again\n[05:08.70] But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n[05:11.19] You're back (you're back, you're back...)\n[05:15.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stressed\n  artist: Conway The Machine, Wallo267\n  album: Stressed\n  duration_ms: 320052\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, uh, uh\n  start_ms: 34800\n  end_ms: 37450\n- text: Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  start_ms: 37450\n  end_ms: 39440\n- text: And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  start_ms: 39440\n  end_ms: 42750\n- text: '''Cause it''s not only mines, got everybody''s situations'\n  start_ms: 42750\n  end_ms: 45680\n- text: That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n  start_ms: 45680\n  end_ms: 49680\n- text: I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n  start_ms: 49680\n  end_ms: 51950\n- text: I guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\n  start_ms: 51950\n  end_ms: 54970\n- text: I tell 'em, \"No,\" they talk down on me and try to play it\n  start_ms: 54970\n  end_ms: 57970\n- text: Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  start_ms: 57970\n  end_ms: 60780\n- text: (What about all the other times, nigga?)\n  start_ms: 60780\n  end_ms: 61840\n- text: Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  start_ms: 61840\n  end_ms: 64240\n- text: Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  start_ms: 64240\n  end_ms: 66490\n- text: I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  start_ms: 66490\n  end_ms: 70070\n- text: When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n  start_ms: 70070\n  end_ms: 74220\n- text: You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n  start_ms: 74220\n  end_ms: 77070\n- text: Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  start_ms: 77070\n  end_ms: 79920\n- text: Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  start_ms: 79920\n  end_ms: 82570\n- text: But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n  start_ms: 82570\n  end_ms: 84800\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 84800\n  end_ms: 87880\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 87880\n  end_ms: 90630\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 90630\n  end_ms: 93460\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 93460\n  end_ms: 96760\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 96760\n  end_ms: 99920\n- text: Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 99920\n  end_ms: 102990\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 102990\n  end_ms: 106230\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 106230\n  end_ms: 108130\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 108130\n  end_ms: 109680\n- text: The bullshit in life, everybody go through that\n  start_ms: 109680\n  end_ms: 112620\n- text: But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 112620\n  end_ms: 115830\n- text: I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  start_ms: 115830\n  end_ms: 118650\n- text: Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n  start_ms: 118650\n  end_ms: 121940\n- text: Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  start_ms: 121940\n  end_ms: 124100\n- text: This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  start_ms: 124100\n  end_ms: 128190\n- text: My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  start_ms: 128190\n  end_ms: 131100\n- text: I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n  start_ms: 131100\n  end_ms: 134160\n- text: Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 134160\n  end_ms: 137160\n- text: People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\n  start_ms: 137160\n  end_ms: 140440\n- text: And not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\n  start_ms: 140440\n  end_ms: 143350\n- text: I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n  start_ms: 143350\n  end_ms: 146350\n- text: Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  start_ms: 146350\n  end_ms: 149730\n- text: And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  start_ms: 149730\n  end_ms: 153870\n- text: That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  start_ms: 153870\n  end_ms: 155590\n- text: For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n  start_ms: 155590\n  end_ms: 158210\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 158210\n  end_ms: 161140\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 161140\n  end_ms: 164010\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 164010\n  end_ms: 166780\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 166780\n  end_ms: 170170\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 170170\n  end_ms: 173280\n- text: Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 173280\n  end_ms: 176380\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 176380\n  end_ms: 179530\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 179530\n  end_ms: 181500\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 181500\n  end_ms: 184230\n- text: Ten months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 184230\n  end_ms: 186700\n- text: Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  start_ms: 186700\n  end_ms: 190330\n- text: Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  start_ms: 190330\n  end_ms: 193040\n- text: And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n  start_ms: 193040\n  end_ms: 196740\n- text: Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  start_ms: 196740\n  end_ms: 199140\n- text: Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  start_ms: 199140\n  end_ms: 202210\n- text: Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 202210\n  end_ms: 205160\n- text: How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n  start_ms: 205160\n  end_ms: 208380\n- text: Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\n  start_ms: 208380\n  end_ms: 210860\n- text: I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  start_ms: 210860\n  end_ms: 214900\n- text: They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  start_ms: 214900\n  end_ms: 216880\n- text: They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n  start_ms: 216880\n  end_ms: 221150\n- text: Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  start_ms: 221150\n  end_ms: 222880\n- text: Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  start_ms: 222880\n  end_ms: 226550\n- text: If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  start_ms: 226550\n  end_ms: 228830\n- text: You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n  start_ms: 228830\n  end_ms: 231520\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 231520\n  end_ms: 234590\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 234590\n  end_ms: 237480\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 237480\n  end_ms: 240150\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 240150\n  end_ms: 243560\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 243560\n  end_ms: 246660\n- text: Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 246660\n  end_ms: 249650\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 249650\n  end_ms: 252810\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 252810\n  end_ms: 254970\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 254970\n  end_ms: 258010\n- text: Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  start_ms: 258010\n  end_ms: 259970\n- text: For the world to count you out?\n  start_ms: 259970\n  end_ms: 261040\n- text: So you start countin' yourself out?\n  start_ms: 261040\n  end_ms: 262590\n- text: You can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\n  start_ms: 262590\n  end_ms: 265620\n- text: Because everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\n  start_ms: 265620\n  end_ms: 268840\n- text: They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  start_ms: 268840\n  end_ms: 271130\n- text: They wouldn't help you get back up\n  start_ms: 271130\n  end_ms: 272810\n- text: You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n  start_ms: 272810\n  end_ms: 275060\n- text: But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  start_ms: 275060\n  end_ms: 276860\n- text: You said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\n  start_ms: 276860\n  end_ms: 280160\n- text: When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n  start_ms: 280160\n  end_ms: 282320\n- text: But you was still by yourself\n  start_ms: 282320\n  end_ms: 283980\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  start_ms: 283980\n  end_ms: 285530\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  start_ms: 285530\n  end_ms: 287700\n- text: And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  start_ms: 287700\n  end_ms: 289240\n- text: And that's what you did, you came back\n  start_ms: 289240\n  end_ms: 290920\n- text: But it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  start_ms: 290920\n  end_ms: 294780\n- text: I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  start_ms: 294780\n  end_ms: 298090\n- text: I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n  start_ms: 298090\n  end_ms: 301110\n- text: You came alive\n  start_ms: 301110\n  end_ms: 302220\n- text: That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  start_ms: 302220\n  end_ms: 304430\n- text: And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  start_ms: 304430\n  end_ms: 307030\n- text: And everybody know your name again\n  start_ms: 307030\n  end_ms: 308700\n- text: But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  start_ms: 308700\n  end_ms: 311190\n- text: You're back (you're back, you're back...)\n  start_ms: 311190\n  end_ms: 315260\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 315260\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh\n\n  Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n  That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\n  I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n  I guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\n  I tell 'em, \"No,\" they talk down on me and try to play it\n  Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  (What about all the other times, nigga?)\n\n  Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\n  You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n  Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  The bullshit in life, everybody go through that\n  But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\n  I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\n  Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\n  Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\n  People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\n  And not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\n  I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\n  Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Ten months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\n  Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\n  Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\n  How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\n  Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\n  I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\n  Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  For the world to count you out?\n  So you start countin' yourself out?\n  You can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\n  Because everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\n  They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  They wouldn't help you get back up\n  You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n\n  But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  You said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\n  When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n  But you was still by yourself\n  You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  And that's what you did, you came back\n\n  But it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n  You came alive\n  That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  And everybody know your name again\n  But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  You're back (you're back, you're back...)\n"},{"id":2198525,"name":"Stressed","trackName":"Stressed","artistName":"Conway the Machine feat. Wallo267","albumName":"Stressed - Single","duration":320.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh\n\nLife is 'bout trials and tribulations\nAnd overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\nThat I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\nI guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\nI guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\nI tell 'em, \"No,\" they talk down on me and try to play it\nGuess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n(What about all the other times, nigga?)\n\nFunny how they can be so forgetful\nOf all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\nI'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\nWhen a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\nYou niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\nNiggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\nHuh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\nBut she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nEverybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nThe bullshit in life, everybody go through that\nBut it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\nI was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\nFelt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\nDutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\nThis kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\nMy cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\nI wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\nUh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\nPeople stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\nAnd not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\nI never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\nImagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\nAnd he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\nThat's why I drink a bottle daily\nFor all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nEverybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nTen months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\nKicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\nZipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\nAnd not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\nWhere I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\nThought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\nUh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\nHow many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\nYeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\nI'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\nThey like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\nThey don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\nBurnin' this kush while I pace\nCryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\nIf you only knew what it took, what it takes\nYou only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nEverybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nDo you know what it feels like to be alone?\nFor the world to count you out?\nSo you start countin' yourself out?\nYou can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\nBecause everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\nThey watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\nThey wouldn't help you get back up\nYou was all alone, you was in a dark place\n\nBut one day, that spark kicked in you\nYou said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\nWhen you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\nBut you was still by yourself\nYou was by yourself them nights in the gym\nYou was by yourself them nights in the trap\nAnd you said, \"I'ma come back\"\nAnd that's what you did, you came back\n\nBut it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\nI don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\nI don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\nYou came alive\nThat was the motivation that pushed you to come back\nAnd now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\nAnd everybody know your name again\nBut you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\nYou're back (you're back, you're back...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:34.80] Uh, uh, uh\n[00:37.45] Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n[00:39.44] And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n[00:42.75] 'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n[00:45.68] That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n[00:49.68] I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n[00:51.95] I guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\n[00:54.97] I tell 'em, \"No,\" they talk down on me and try to play it\n[00:57.97] Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n[01:00.78] (What about all the other times, nigga?)\n[01:01.84] Funny how they can be so forgetful\n[01:04.24] Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n[01:06.49] I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n[01:10.07] When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n[01:14.22] You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n[01:17.07] Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n[01:19.92] Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n[01:22.57] But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n[01:24.80] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[01:27.88] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[01:30.63] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[01:33.46] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[01:36.76] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[01:39.92] Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[01:42.99] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[01:46.23] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[01:48.13] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[01:49.68] The bullshit in life, everybody go through that\n[01:52.62] But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\n[01:55.83] I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n[01:58.65] Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n[02:01.94] Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n[02:04.10] This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n[02:08.19] My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n[02:11.10] I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n[02:14.16] Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\n[02:17.16] People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\n[02:20.44] And not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\n[02:23.35] I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n[02:26.35] Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n[02:29.73] And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n[02:33.87] That's why I drink a bottle daily\n[02:35.59] For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n[02:38.21] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[02:41.14] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[02:44.01] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[02:46.78] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[02:50.17] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[02:53.28] Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[02:56.38] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[02:59.53] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[03:01.50] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[03:04.23] Ten months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\n[03:06.70] Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n[03:10.33] Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n[03:13.04] And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n[03:16.74] Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n[03:19.14] Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n[03:22.21] Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\n[03:25.16] How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n[03:28.38] Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\n[03:30.86] I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n[03:34.90] They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n[03:36.88] They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n[03:41.15] Burnin' this kush while I pace\n[03:42.88] Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n[03:46.55] If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n[03:48.83] You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n[03:51.52] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[03:54.59] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[03:57.48] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[04:00.15] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[04:03.56] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[04:06.66] Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[04:09.65] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[04:12.81] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[04:14.97] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[04:18.01] Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n[04:19.97] For the world to count you out?\n[04:21.04] So you start countin' yourself out?\n[04:22.59] You can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\n[04:25.62] Because everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\n[04:28.84] They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n[04:31.13] They wouldn't help you get back up\n[04:32.81] You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n[04:35.06] But one day, that spark kicked in you\n[04:36.86] You said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\n[04:40.16] When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n[04:42.32] But you was still by yourself\n[04:43.98] You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n[04:45.53] You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n[04:47.70] And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n[04:49.24] And that's what you did, you came back\n[04:50.92] But it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n[04:54.78] I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n[04:58.09] I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n[05:01.11] You came alive\n[05:02.22] That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n[05:04.43] And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n[05:07.03] And everybody know your name again\n[05:08.70] But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n[05:11.19] You're back (you're back, you're back...)\n[05:15.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stressed\n  artist: Conway the Machine feat. 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(Huh)\n  start_ms: 74220\n  end_ms: 77070\n- text: Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  start_ms: 77070\n  end_ms: 79920\n- text: Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  start_ms: 79920\n  end_ms: 82570\n- text: But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n  start_ms: 82570\n  end_ms: 84800\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 84800\n  end_ms: 87880\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 87880\n  end_ms: 90630\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 90630\n  end_ms: 93460\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 93460\n  end_ms: 96760\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 96760\n  end_ms: 99920\n- text: Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 99920\n  end_ms: 102990\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 102990\n  end_ms: 106230\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 106230\n  end_ms: 108130\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 108130\n  end_ms: 109680\n- text: The bullshit in life, everybody go through that\n  start_ms: 109680\n  end_ms: 112620\n- text: But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 112620\n  end_ms: 115830\n- text: I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  start_ms: 115830\n  end_ms: 118650\n- text: Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n  start_ms: 118650\n  end_ms: 121940\n- text: Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  start_ms: 121940\n  end_ms: 124100\n- text: This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  start_ms: 124100\n  end_ms: 128190\n- text: My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  start_ms: 128190\n  end_ms: 131100\n- text: I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n  start_ms: 131100\n  end_ms: 134160\n- text: Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 134160\n  end_ms: 137160\n- text: People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\n  start_ms: 137160\n  end_ms: 140440\n- text: And not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\n  start_ms: 140440\n  end_ms: 143350\n- text: I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n  start_ms: 143350\n  end_ms: 146350\n- text: Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  start_ms: 146350\n  end_ms: 149730\n- text: And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  start_ms: 149730\n  end_ms: 153870\n- text: That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  start_ms: 153870\n  end_ms: 155590\n- text: For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n  start_ms: 155590\n  end_ms: 158210\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 158210\n  end_ms: 161140\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 161140\n  end_ms: 164010\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 164010\n  end_ms: 166780\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 166780\n  end_ms: 170170\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 170170\n  end_ms: 173280\n- text: Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 173280\n  end_ms: 176380\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 176380\n  end_ms: 179530\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 179530\n  end_ms: 181500\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 181500\n  end_ms: 184230\n- text: Ten months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 184230\n  end_ms: 186700\n- text: Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  start_ms: 186700\n  end_ms: 190330\n- text: Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  start_ms: 190330\n  end_ms: 193040\n- text: And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n  start_ms: 193040\n  end_ms: 196740\n- text: Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  start_ms: 196740\n  end_ms: 199140\n- text: Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  start_ms: 199140\n  end_ms: 202210\n- text: Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 202210\n  end_ms: 205160\n- text: How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n  start_ms: 205160\n  end_ms: 208380\n- text: Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\n  start_ms: 208380\n  end_ms: 210860\n- text: I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  start_ms: 210860\n  end_ms: 214900\n- text: They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  start_ms: 214900\n  end_ms: 216880\n- text: They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n  start_ms: 216880\n  end_ms: 221150\n- text: Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  start_ms: 221150\n  end_ms: 222880\n- text: Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  start_ms: 222880\n  end_ms: 226550\n- text: If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  start_ms: 226550\n  end_ms: 228830\n- text: You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n  start_ms: 228830\n  end_ms: 231520\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 231520\n  end_ms: 234590\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 234590\n  end_ms: 237480\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 237480\n  end_ms: 240150\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 240150\n  end_ms: 243560\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 243560\n  end_ms: 246660\n- text: Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 246660\n  end_ms: 249650\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 249650\n  end_ms: 252810\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 252810\n  end_ms: 254970\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 254970\n  end_ms: 258010\n- text: Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  start_ms: 258010\n  end_ms: 259970\n- text: For the world to count you out?\n  start_ms: 259970\n  end_ms: 261040\n- text: So you start countin' yourself out?\n  start_ms: 261040\n  end_ms: 262590\n- text: You can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\n  start_ms: 262590\n  end_ms: 265620\n- text: Because everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\n  start_ms: 265620\n  end_ms: 268840\n- text: They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  start_ms: 268840\n  end_ms: 271130\n- text: They wouldn't help you get back up\n  start_ms: 271130\n  end_ms: 272810\n- text: You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n  start_ms: 272810\n  end_ms: 275060\n- text: But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  start_ms: 275060\n  end_ms: 276860\n- text: You said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\n  start_ms: 276860\n  end_ms: 280160\n- text: When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n  start_ms: 280160\n  end_ms: 282320\n- text: But you was still by yourself\n  start_ms: 282320\n  end_ms: 283980\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  start_ms: 283980\n  end_ms: 285530\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  start_ms: 285530\n  end_ms: 287700\n- text: And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  start_ms: 287700\n  end_ms: 289240\n- text: And that's what you did, you came back\n  start_ms: 289240\n  end_ms: 290920\n- text: But it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  start_ms: 290920\n  end_ms: 294780\n- text: I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  start_ms: 294780\n  end_ms: 298090\n- text: I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n  start_ms: 298090\n  end_ms: 301110\n- text: You came alive\n  start_ms: 301110\n  end_ms: 302220\n- text: That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  start_ms: 302220\n  end_ms: 304430\n- text: And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  start_ms: 304430\n  end_ms: 307030\n- text: And everybody know your name again\n  start_ms: 307030\n  end_ms: 308700\n- text: But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  start_ms: 308700\n  end_ms: 311190\n- text: You're back (you're back, you're back...)\n  start_ms: 311190\n  end_ms: 315260\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 315260\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh\n\n  Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n  That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\n  I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n  I guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\n  I tell 'em, \"No,\" they talk down on me and try to play it\n  Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  (What about all the other times, nigga?)\n\n  Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\n  You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n  Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  The bullshit in life, everybody go through that\n  But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\n  I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\n  Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\n  Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\n  People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\n  And not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\n  I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\n  Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Ten months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\n  Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\n  Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\n  How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\n  Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\n  I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\n  Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  For the world to count you out?\n  So you start countin' yourself out?\n  You can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\n  Because everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\n  They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  They wouldn't help you get back up\n  You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n\n  But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  You said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\n  When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n  But you was still by yourself\n  You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  And that's what you did, you came back\n\n  But it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n  You came alive\n  That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  And everybody know your name again\n  But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  You're back (you're back, you're back...)\n"},{"id":2154561,"name":"Stressed","trackName":"Stressed","artistName":"Conway the Machine","albumName":"God Don’t Make Mistakes","duration":320.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh\nLife is 'bout trials and tribulations\nAnd overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n'Cause it's not only mines got everybody's situations\nThat I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\nI guess everybody want me to save 'em (pshh)\nI guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\nI tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\nGuess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n(What about all the other times, nigga?)\nFunny how they can be so forgetful\nOf all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\nI'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\nWhen a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\nYou niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\nNiggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (cash)\nHuh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\nBut she don't even know that I'm depressed too\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nEverybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\nThe bullshit in life, everybody go through that\nBut it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\nI was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\nFelt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\nDutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\nThis kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pshh)\nMy cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\nI wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\nUh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\nPeople stressin' 'bout real life shit\nYou stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\nNot too long' after my cousin hung his self (ha)\nI never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\nImagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\nAnd he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\nThat's why I drink a bottle daily\nFor all the shit I keep bottled in lately\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nEverybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\nTen months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\nKicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\nZipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\nBut not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor, huh (still drinkin')\nWhere I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pshh)\nThought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\nUh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\nHow many people gon' admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\nYeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\nI'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\nThey like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\nThey don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\nBurnin' this kush while I pace\nCryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\nIf you only knew what it took, what it takes\nYou only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nEverybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\nDo you know what it feels like to be alone?\nWhere the world to count you out?\nThat you start countin' yourself out?\nYou can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n'Cause you think that you're a loser\nBecause everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\nThey watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\nThey wouldn't help you get back up\nYou was all alone, you was in a dark place\nBut one day, that spark kicked in you\nAnd you said, you know what, you got that old feeling that when you was a winner\nWhen you was winnin', when everybody said they love you\nBut you was still by yourself\nYou was by yourself them nights in the gym\nYou was by yourself them nights in the trap\nAnd you said, \"I'ma come back\"\nAnd that's what you did, you came back\nBut it was that moment, that moment when the world said\n\"I don't wanna be around you\nI don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\nI don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\", you came alive\nThat was the motivation that pushed you to come back\nAnd now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\nAnd everybody know your name again\nBut you know what? You're not bitter, you're not mad\nYou're back","syncedLyrics":"[00:34.36] Uh, uh, uh\n[00:36.87] Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n[00:39.15] And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n[00:42.11] 'Cause it's not only mines got everybody's situations\n[00:45.11] That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n[00:49.24] I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pshh)\n[00:51.50] I guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\n[00:54.61] I tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\n[00:57.43] Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n[01:00.26] (What about all the other times, nigga?)\n[01:01.44] Funny how they can be so forgetful\n[01:03.55] Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n[01:06.21] I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n[01:09.66] When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n[01:13.02] You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n[01:16.43] Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (cash)\n[01:19.50] Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n[01:21.85] But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n[01:24.28] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[01:27.22] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[01:30.19] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[01:32.83] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[01:36.36] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[01:39.63] Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[01:42.47] But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[01:44.60] (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[01:45.85] Do anybody care? Uh, uh\n[01:47.93] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[01:49.37] The bullshit in life, everybody go through that\n[01:52.28] But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\n[01:55.45] I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n[01:58.43] Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n[02:01.46] Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n[02:03.22] This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pshh)\n[02:07.46] My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n[02:10.69] I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n[02:13.32] Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\n[02:16.66] People stressin' 'bout real life shit\n[02:18.42] You stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\n[02:19.89] Not too long' after my cousin hung his self (ha)\n[02:22.79] I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n[02:25.98] Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n[02:29.14] And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n[02:33.44] That's why I drink a bottle daily\n[02:35.24] For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n[02:37.58] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[02:40.51] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[02:43.67] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[02:46.22] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[02:49.68] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[02:53.13] Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[02:55.71] But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[02:58.13] (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[02:59.19] Do anybody care? Uh, uh\n[03:01.21] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[03:03.52] Ten months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\n[03:06.12] Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n[03:09.69] Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n[03:12.29] But not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor, huh (still drinkin')\n[03:15.84] Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pshh)\n[03:18.70] Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n[03:21.69] Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\n[03:24.25] How many people gon' admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n[03:27.73] Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\n[03:30.22] I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n[03:34.57] They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n[03:36.64] They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n[03:40.17] Burnin' this kush while I pace\n[03:42.52] Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n[03:46.20] If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n[03:48.56] You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n[03:51.33] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[03:53.94] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[03:56.88] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[03:59.28] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[04:03.05] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[04:06.09] Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[04:09.27] But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[04:11.33] (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[04:12.32] Do anybody care? Uh, uh\n[04:14.64] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[04:16.88] Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n[04:19.62] Where the world to count you out?\n[04:20.72] That you start countin' yourself out?\n[04:22.27] You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n[04:24.10] 'Cause you think that you're a loser\n[04:25.33] Because everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\n[04:28.23] They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n[04:30.99] They wouldn't help you get back up\n[04:32.30] You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n[04:34.38] But one day, that spark kicked in you\n[04:36.62] And you said, you know what, you got that old feeling that when you was a winner\n[04:39.21] When you was winnin', when everybody said they love you\n[04:41.83] But you was still by yourself\n[04:43.40] You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n[04:45.38] You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n[04:47.28] And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n[04:48.46] And that's what you did, you came back\n[04:50.13] But it was that moment, that moment when the world said\n[04:53.12] \"I don't wanna be around you\n[04:54.38] I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n[04:57.38] I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\", you came alive\n[05:01.95] That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n[05:04.07] And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n[05:06.65] And everybody know your name again\n[05:08.25] But you know what? You're not bitter, you're not mad\n[05:10.83] You're back","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stressed\n  artist: Conway the Machine\n  album: God Don’t Make Mistakes\n  duration_ms: 320000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, uh, uh\n  start_ms: 34360\n  end_ms: 36870\n- text: Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  start_ms: 36870\n  end_ms: 39150\n- text: And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  start_ms: 39150\n  end_ms: 42110\n- text: '''Cause it''s not only mines got everybody''s situations'\n  start_ms: 42110\n  end_ms: 45110\n- text: That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n  start_ms: 45110\n  end_ms: 49240\n- text: I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pshh)\n  start_ms: 49240\n  end_ms: 51500\n- text: I guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\n  start_ms: 51500\n  end_ms: 54610\n- text: I tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\n  start_ms: 54610\n  end_ms: 57430\n- text: Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  start_ms: 57430\n  end_ms: 60260\n- text: (What about all the other times, nigga?)\n  start_ms: 60260\n  end_ms: 61440\n- text: Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  start_ms: 61440\n  end_ms: 63550\n- text: Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  start_ms: 63550\n  end_ms: 66210\n- text: I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  start_ms: 66210\n  end_ms: 69660\n- text: When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n  start_ms: 69660\n  end_ms: 73020\n- text: You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n  start_ms: 73020\n  end_ms: 76430\n- text: Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (cash)\n  start_ms: 76430\n  end_ms: 79500\n- text: Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  start_ms: 79500\n  end_ms: 81850\n- text: But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n  start_ms: 81850\n  end_ms: 84280\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 84280\n  end_ms: 87220\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 87220\n  end_ms: 90190\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 90190\n  end_ms: 92830\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 92830\n  end_ms: 96360\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 96360\n  end_ms: 99630\n- text: Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 99630\n  end_ms: 102470\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 102470\n  end_ms: 104600\n- text: (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 104600\n  end_ms: 105850\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh\n  start_ms: 105850\n  end_ms: 107930\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 107930\n  end_ms: 109370\n- text: The bullshit in life, everybody go through that\n  start_ms: 109370\n  end_ms: 112280\n- text: But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 112280\n  end_ms: 115450\n- text: I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  start_ms: 115450\n  end_ms: 118430\n- text: Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n  start_ms: 118430\n  end_ms: 121460\n- text: Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  start_ms: 121460\n  end_ms: 123220\n- text: This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pshh)\n  start_ms: 123220\n  end_ms: 127460\n- text: My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  start_ms: 127460\n  end_ms: 130690\n- text: I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n  start_ms: 130690\n  end_ms: 133320\n- text: Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 133320\n  end_ms: 136660\n- text: People stressin' 'bout real life shit\n  start_ms: 136660\n  end_ms: 138420\n- text: You stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\n  start_ms: 138420\n  end_ms: 139890\n- text: Not too long' after my cousin hung his self (ha)\n  start_ms: 139890\n  end_ms: 142790\n- text: I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n  start_ms: 142790\n  end_ms: 145980\n- text: Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  start_ms: 145980\n  end_ms: 149140\n- text: And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  start_ms: 149140\n  end_ms: 153440\n- text: That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  start_ms: 153440\n  end_ms: 155240\n- text: For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n  start_ms: 155240\n  end_ms: 157580\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 157580\n  end_ms: 160510\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 160510\n  end_ms: 163670\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 163670\n  end_ms: 166220\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 166220\n  end_ms: 169680\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 169680\n  end_ms: 173130\n- text: Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 173130\n  end_ms: 175710\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 175710\n  end_ms: 178130\n- text: (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 178130\n  end_ms: 179190\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh\n  start_ms: 179190\n  end_ms: 181210\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 181210\n  end_ms: 183520\n- text: Ten months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 183520\n  end_ms: 186120\n- text: Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  start_ms: 186120\n  end_ms: 189690\n- text: Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  start_ms: 189690\n  end_ms: 192290\n- text: But not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor, huh (still drinkin')\n  start_ms: 192290\n  end_ms: 195840\n- text: Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pshh)\n  start_ms: 195840\n  end_ms: 198700\n- text: Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  start_ms: 198700\n  end_ms: 201690\n- text: Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 201690\n  end_ms: 204250\n- text: How many people gon' admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n  start_ms: 204250\n  end_ms: 207730\n- text: Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\n  start_ms: 207730\n  end_ms: 210220\n- text: I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  start_ms: 210220\n  end_ms: 214570\n- text: They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  start_ms: 214570\n  end_ms: 216640\n- text: They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n  start_ms: 216640\n  end_ms: 220170\n- text: Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  start_ms: 220170\n  end_ms: 222520\n- text: Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  start_ms: 222520\n  end_ms: 226200\n- text: If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  start_ms: 226200\n  end_ms: 228560\n- text: You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n  start_ms: 228560\n  end_ms: 231330\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 231330\n  end_ms: 233940\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 233940\n  end_ms: 236880\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 236880\n  end_ms: 239280\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 239280\n  end_ms: 243050\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 243050\n  end_ms: 246090\n- text: Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 246090\n  end_ms: 249270\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 249270\n  end_ms: 251330\n- text: (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 251330\n  end_ms: 252320\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh\n  start_ms: 252320\n  end_ms: 254640\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 254640\n  end_ms: 256880\n- text: Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  start_ms: 256880\n  end_ms: 259620\n- text: Where the world to count you out?\n  start_ms: 259620\n  end_ms: 260720\n- text: That you start countin' yourself out?\n  start_ms: 260720\n  end_ms: 262270\n- text: You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n  start_ms: 262270\n  end_ms: 264100\n- text: '''Cause you think that you''re a loser'\n  start_ms: 264100\n  end_ms: 265330\n- text: Because everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\n  start_ms: 265330\n  end_ms: 268230\n- text: They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  start_ms: 268230\n  end_ms: 270990\n- text: They wouldn't help you get back up\n  start_ms: 270990\n  end_ms: 272300\n- text: You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n  start_ms: 272300\n  end_ms: 274380\n- text: But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  start_ms: 274380\n  end_ms: 276620\n- text: And you said, you know what, you got that old feeling that when you was a winner\n  start_ms: 276620\n  end_ms: 279210\n- text: When you was winnin', when everybody said they love you\n  start_ms: 279210\n  end_ms: 281830\n- text: But you was still by yourself\n  start_ms: 281830\n  end_ms: 283400\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  start_ms: 283400\n  end_ms: 285380\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  start_ms: 285380\n  end_ms: 287280\n- text: And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  start_ms: 287280\n  end_ms: 288460\n- text: And that's what you did, you came back\n  start_ms: 288460\n  end_ms: 290130\n- text: But it was that moment, that moment when the world said\n  start_ms: 290130\n  end_ms: 293120\n- text: '\"I don''t wanna be around you'\n  start_ms: 293120\n  end_ms: 294380\n- text: I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  start_ms: 294380\n  end_ms: 297380\n- text: I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\", you came alive\n  start_ms: 297380\n  end_ms: 301950\n- text: That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  start_ms: 301950\n  end_ms: 304070\n- text: And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  start_ms: 304070\n  end_ms: 306650\n- text: And everybody know your name again\n  start_ms: 306650\n  end_ms: 308250\n- text: But you know what? You're not bitter, you're not mad\n  start_ms: 308250\n  end_ms: 310830\n- text: You're back\n  start_ms: 310830\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh\n  Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  'Cause it's not only mines got everybody's situations\n  That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n  I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pshh)\n  I guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\n  I tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\n  Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  (What about all the other times, nigga?)\n  Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n  You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n  Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (cash)\n  Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  The bullshit in life, everybody go through that\n  But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\n  I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n  Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pshh)\n  My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n  Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\n  People stressin' 'bout real life shit\n  You stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\n  Not too long' after my cousin hung his self (ha)\n  I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n  Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  Ten months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\n  Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  But not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor, huh (still drinkin')\n  Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pshh)\n  Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\n  How many people gon' admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n  Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\n  I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n  Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  Where the world to count you out?\n  That you start countin' yourself out?\n  You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n  'Cause you think that you're a loser\n  Because everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\n  They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  They wouldn't help you get back up\n  You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n  But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  And you said, you know what, you got that old feeling that when you was a winner\n  When you was winnin', when everybody said they love you\n  But you was still by yourself\n  You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  And that's what you did, you came back\n  But it was that moment, that moment when the world said\n  \"I don't wanna be around you\n  I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\", you came alive\n  That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  And everybody know your name again\n  But you know what? You're not bitter, you're not mad\n  You're back\n"},{"id":3687516,"name":"Stressed","trackName":"Stressed","artistName":"Conway the Machine & Wallo267","albumName":"God Don't Make Mistakes","duration":320.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh\n\nLife is 'bout trials and tribulations\nAnd overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\nThat I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\nI guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\nI guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\nI tell 'em, \"No,\" they talk down on me and try to play it\nGuess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n(What about all the other times, nigga?)\n\nFunny how they can be so forgetful\nOf all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\nI'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\nWhen a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\nYou niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\nNiggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\nHuh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\nBut she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nEverybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nThe bullshit in life, everybody go through that\nBut it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\nI was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\nFelt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\nDutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\nThis kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\nMy cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\nI wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\nUh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\nPeople stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\nAnd not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\nI never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\nImagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\nAnd he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\nThat's why I drink a bottle daily\nFor all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nEverybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nTen months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\nKicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\nZipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\nAnd not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\nWhere I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\nThought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\nUh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\nHow many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\nYeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\nI'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\nThey like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\nThey don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\nBurnin' this kush while I pace\nCryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\nIf you only knew what it took, what it takes\nYou only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nEverybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nDo you know what it feels like to be alone?\nFor the world to count you out?\nSo you start countin' yourself out?\nYou can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\nBecause everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\nThey watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\nThey wouldn't help you get back up\nYou was all alone, you was in a dark place\n\nBut one day, that spark kicked in you\nYou said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\nWhen you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\nBut you was still by yourself\nYou was by yourself them nights in the gym\nYou was by yourself them nights in the trap\nAnd you said, \"I'ma come back\"\nAnd that's what you did, you came back\n\nBut it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\nI don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\nI don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\nYou came alive\nThat was the motivation that pushed you to come back\nAnd now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\nAnd everybody know your name again\nBut you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\nYou're back (you're back, you're back...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:34.80] Uh, uh, uh\n[00:37.45] Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n[00:39.44] And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n[00:42.75] 'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n[00:45.68] That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n[00:49.68] I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n[00:51.95] I guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\n[00:54.97] I tell 'em, \"No,\" they talk down on me and try to play it\n[00:57.97] Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n[01:00.78] (What about all the other times, nigga?)\n[01:01.84] Funny how they can be so forgetful\n[01:04.24] Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n[01:06.49] I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n[01:10.07] When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n[01:14.22] You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n[01:17.07] Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n[01:19.92] Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n[01:22.57] But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n[01:24.80] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[01:27.88] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[01:30.63] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[01:33.46] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[01:36.76] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[01:39.92] Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[01:42.99] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[01:46.23] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[01:48.13] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[01:49.68] The bullshit in life, everybody go through that\n[01:52.62] But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\n[01:55.83] I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n[01:58.65] Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n[02:01.94] Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n[02:04.10] This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n[02:08.19] My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n[02:11.10] I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n[02:14.16] Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\n[02:17.16] People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\n[02:20.44] And not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\n[02:23.35] I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n[02:26.35] Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n[02:29.73] And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n[02:33.87] That's why I drink a bottle daily\n[02:35.59] For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n[02:38.21] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[02:41.14] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[02:44.01] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[02:46.78] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[02:50.17] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[02:53.28] Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[02:56.38] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[02:59.53] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[03:01.50] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[03:04.23] Ten months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\n[03:06.70] Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n[03:10.33] Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n[03:13.04] And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n[03:16.74] Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n[03:19.14] Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n[03:22.21] Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\n[03:25.16] How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n[03:28.38] Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\n[03:30.86] I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n[03:34.90] They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n[03:36.88] They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n[03:41.15] Burnin' this kush while I pace\n[03:42.88] Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n[03:46.55] If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n[03:48.83] You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n[03:51.52] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[03:54.59] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[03:57.48] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[04:00.15] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[04:03.56] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[04:06.66] Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[04:09.65] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[04:12.81] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[04:14.97] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[04:18.01] Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n[04:19.97] For the world to count you out?\n[04:21.04] So you start countin' yourself out?\n[04:22.59] You can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\n[04:25.62] Because everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\n[04:28.84] They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n[04:31.13] They wouldn't help you get back up\n[04:32.81] You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n[04:35.06] But one day, that spark kicked in you\n[04:36.86] You said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\n[04:40.16] When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n[04:42.32] But you was still by yourself\n[04:43.98] You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n[04:45.53] You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n[04:47.70] And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n[04:49.24] And that's what you did, you came back\n[04:50.92] But it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n[04:54.78] I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n[04:58.09] I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n[05:01.11] You came alive\n[05:02.22] That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n[05:04.43] And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n[05:07.03] And everybody know your name again\n[05:08.70] But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n[05:11.19] You're back (you're back, you're back...)\n[05:15.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stressed\n  artist: Conway the Machine & Wallo267\n  album: God Don't Make Mistakes\n  duration_ms: 320000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, uh, uh\n  start_ms: 34800\n  end_ms: 37450\n- text: Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  start_ms: 37450\n  end_ms: 39440\n- text: And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  start_ms: 39440\n  end_ms: 42750\n- text: '''Cause it''s not only mines, got everybody''s situations'\n  start_ms: 42750\n  end_ms: 45680\n- text: That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n  start_ms: 45680\n  end_ms: 49680\n- text: I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n  start_ms: 49680\n  end_ms: 51950\n- text: I guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\n  start_ms: 51950\n  end_ms: 54970\n- text: I tell 'em, \"No,\" they talk down on me and try to play it\n  start_ms: 54970\n  end_ms: 57970\n- text: Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  start_ms: 57970\n  end_ms: 60780\n- text: (What about all the other times, nigga?)\n  start_ms: 60780\n  end_ms: 61840\n- text: Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  start_ms: 61840\n  end_ms: 64240\n- text: Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  start_ms: 64240\n  end_ms: 66490\n- text: I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  start_ms: 66490\n  end_ms: 70070\n- text: When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n  start_ms: 70070\n  end_ms: 74220\n- text: You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n  start_ms: 74220\n  end_ms: 77070\n- text: Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  start_ms: 77070\n  end_ms: 79920\n- text: Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  start_ms: 79920\n  end_ms: 82570\n- text: But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n  start_ms: 82570\n  end_ms: 84800\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 84800\n  end_ms: 87880\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 87880\n  end_ms: 90630\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 90630\n  end_ms: 93460\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 93460\n  end_ms: 96760\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 96760\n  end_ms: 99920\n- text: Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 99920\n  end_ms: 102990\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 102990\n  end_ms: 106230\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 106230\n  end_ms: 108130\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 108130\n  end_ms: 109680\n- text: The bullshit in life, everybody go through that\n  start_ms: 109680\n  end_ms: 112620\n- text: But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 112620\n  end_ms: 115830\n- text: I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  start_ms: 115830\n  end_ms: 118650\n- text: Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n  start_ms: 118650\n  end_ms: 121940\n- text: Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  start_ms: 121940\n  end_ms: 124100\n- text: This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  start_ms: 124100\n  end_ms: 128190\n- text: My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  start_ms: 128190\n  end_ms: 131100\n- text: I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n  start_ms: 131100\n  end_ms: 134160\n- text: Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 134160\n  end_ms: 137160\n- text: People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\n  start_ms: 137160\n  end_ms: 140440\n- text: And not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\n  start_ms: 140440\n  end_ms: 143350\n- text: I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n  start_ms: 143350\n  end_ms: 146350\n- text: Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  start_ms: 146350\n  end_ms: 149730\n- text: And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  start_ms: 149730\n  end_ms: 153870\n- text: That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  start_ms: 153870\n  end_ms: 155590\n- text: For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n  start_ms: 155590\n  end_ms: 158210\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 158210\n  end_ms: 161140\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 161140\n  end_ms: 164010\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 164010\n  end_ms: 166780\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 166780\n  end_ms: 170170\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 170170\n  end_ms: 173280\n- text: Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 173280\n  end_ms: 176380\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 176380\n  end_ms: 179530\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 179530\n  end_ms: 181500\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 181500\n  end_ms: 184230\n- text: Ten months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 184230\n  end_ms: 186700\n- text: Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  start_ms: 186700\n  end_ms: 190330\n- text: Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  start_ms: 190330\n  end_ms: 193040\n- text: And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n  start_ms: 193040\n  end_ms: 196740\n- text: Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  start_ms: 196740\n  end_ms: 199140\n- text: Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  start_ms: 199140\n  end_ms: 202210\n- text: Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 202210\n  end_ms: 205160\n- text: How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n  start_ms: 205160\n  end_ms: 208380\n- text: Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\n  start_ms: 208380\n  end_ms: 210860\n- text: I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  start_ms: 210860\n  end_ms: 214900\n- text: They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  start_ms: 214900\n  end_ms: 216880\n- text: They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n  start_ms: 216880\n  end_ms: 221150\n- text: Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  start_ms: 221150\n  end_ms: 222880\n- text: Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  start_ms: 222880\n  end_ms: 226550\n- text: If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  start_ms: 226550\n  end_ms: 228830\n- text: You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n  start_ms: 228830\n  end_ms: 231520\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 231520\n  end_ms: 234590\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 234590\n  end_ms: 237480\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 237480\n  end_ms: 240150\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 240150\n  end_ms: 243560\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 243560\n  end_ms: 246660\n- text: Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 246660\n  end_ms: 249650\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 249650\n  end_ms: 252810\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 252810\n  end_ms: 254970\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 254970\n  end_ms: 258010\n- text: Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  start_ms: 258010\n  end_ms: 259970\n- text: For the world to count you out?\n  start_ms: 259970\n  end_ms: 261040\n- text: So you start countin' yourself out?\n  start_ms: 261040\n  end_ms: 262590\n- text: You can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\n  start_ms: 262590\n  end_ms: 265620\n- text: Because everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\n  start_ms: 265620\n  end_ms: 268840\n- text: They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  start_ms: 268840\n  end_ms: 271130\n- text: They wouldn't help you get back up\n  start_ms: 271130\n  end_ms: 272810\n- text: You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n  start_ms: 272810\n  end_ms: 275060\n- text: But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  start_ms: 275060\n  end_ms: 276860\n- text: You said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\n  start_ms: 276860\n  end_ms: 280160\n- text: When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n  start_ms: 280160\n  end_ms: 282320\n- text: But you was still by yourself\n  start_ms: 282320\n  end_ms: 283980\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  start_ms: 283980\n  end_ms: 285530\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  start_ms: 285530\n  end_ms: 287700\n- text: And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  start_ms: 287700\n  end_ms: 289240\n- text: And that's what you did, you came back\n  start_ms: 289240\n  end_ms: 290920\n- text: But it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  start_ms: 290920\n  end_ms: 294780\n- text: I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  start_ms: 294780\n  end_ms: 298090\n- text: I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n  start_ms: 298090\n  end_ms: 301110\n- text: You came alive\n  start_ms: 301110\n  end_ms: 302220\n- text: That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  start_ms: 302220\n  end_ms: 304430\n- text: And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  start_ms: 304430\n  end_ms: 307030\n- text: And everybody know your name again\n  start_ms: 307030\n  end_ms: 308700\n- text: But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  start_ms: 308700\n  end_ms: 311190\n- text: You're back (you're back, you're back...)\n  start_ms: 311190\n  end_ms: 315260\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 315260\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh\n\n  Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n  That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\n  I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n  I guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\n  I tell 'em, \"No,\" they talk down on me and try to play it\n  Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  (What about all the other times, nigga?)\n\n  Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\n  You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n  Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  The bullshit in life, everybody go through that\n  But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\n  I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\n  Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\n  Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\n  People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\n  And not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\n  I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\n  Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Ten months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\n  Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\n  Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\n  How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\n  Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\n  I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\n  Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  For the world to count you out?\n  So you start countin' yourself out?\n  You can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\n  Because everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\n  They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  They wouldn't help you get back up\n  You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n\n  But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  You said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\n  When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n  But you was still by yourself\n  You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  And that's what you did, you came back\n\n  But it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n  You came alive\n  That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  And everybody know your name again\n  But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  You're back (you're back, you're back...)\n"},{"id":14375819,"name":"Stressed Ft. 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(Huh)\nNiggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\nHuh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\nBut she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nEverybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nThe bullshit in life, everybody go through that\nBut it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\nI was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\nFelt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\nDutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\nThis kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\nMy cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\nI wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\nUh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\nPeople stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\nAnd not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\nI never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\nImagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\nAnd he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\nThat's why I drink a bottle daily\nFor all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nEverybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nTen months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\nKicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\nZipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\nAnd not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\nWhere I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\nThought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\nUh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\nHow many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\nYeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\nI'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\nThey like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\nThey don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\nBurnin' this kush while I pace\nCryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\nIf you only knew what it took, what it takes\nYou only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nEverybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nDo you know what it feels like to be alone?\nFor the world to count you out?\nSo you start countin' yourself out?\nYou can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\nBecause everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\nThey watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\nThey wouldn't help you get back up\nYou was all alone, you was in a dark place\n\nBut one day, that spark kicked in you\nYou said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\nWhen you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\nBut you was still by yourself\nYou was by yourself them nights in the gym\nYou was by yourself them nights in the trap\nAnd you said, \"I'ma come back\"\nAnd that's what you did, you came back\n\nBut it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\nI don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\nI don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\nYou came alive\nThat was the motivation that pushed you to come back\nAnd now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\nAnd everybody know your name again\nBut you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\nYou're back (you're back, you're back...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:34.80] Uh, uh, uh\n[00:37.45] Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n[00:39.44] And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n[00:42.75] 'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n[00:45.68] That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n[00:49.68] I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n[00:51.95] I guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\n[00:54.97] I tell 'em, \"No,\" they talk down on me and try to play it\n[00:57.97] Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n[01:00.78] (What about all the other times, nigga?)\n[01:01.84] Funny how they can be so forgetful\n[01:04.24] Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n[01:06.49] I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n[01:10.07] When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n[01:14.22] You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n[01:17.07] Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n[01:19.92] Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n[01:22.57] But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n[01:24.80] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[01:27.88] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[01:30.63] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[01:33.46] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[01:36.76] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[01:39.92] Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[01:42.99] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[01:46.23] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[01:48.13] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[01:49.68] The bullshit in life, everybody go through that\n[01:52.62] But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\n[01:55.83] I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n[01:58.65] Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n[02:01.94] Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n[02:04.10] This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n[02:08.19] My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n[02:11.10] I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n[02:14.16] Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\n[02:17.16] People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\n[02:20.44] And not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\n[02:23.35] I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n[02:26.35] Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n[02:29.73] And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n[02:33.87] That's why I drink a bottle daily\n[02:35.59] For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n[02:38.21] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[02:41.14] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[02:44.01] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[02:46.78] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[02:50.17] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[02:53.28] Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[02:56.38] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[02:59.53] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[03:01.50] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[03:04.23] Ten months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\n[03:06.70] Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n[03:10.33] Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n[03:13.04] And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n[03:16.74] Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n[03:19.14] Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n[03:22.21] Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\n[03:25.16] How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n[03:28.38] Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\n[03:30.86] I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n[03:34.90] They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n[03:36.88] They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n[03:41.15] Burnin' this kush while I pace\n[03:42.88] Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n[03:46.55] If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n[03:48.83] You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n[03:51.52] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[03:54.59] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[03:57.48] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[04:00.15] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[04:03.56] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[04:06.66] Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[04:09.65] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[04:12.81] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[04:14.97] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[04:18.01] Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n[04:19.97] For the world to count you out?\n[04:21.04] So you start countin' yourself out?\n[04:22.59] You can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\n[04:25.62] Because everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\n[04:28.84] They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n[04:31.13] They wouldn't help you get back up\n[04:32.81] You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n[04:35.06] But one day, that spark kicked in you\n[04:36.86] You said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\n[04:40.16] When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n[04:42.32] But you was still by yourself\n[04:43.98] You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n[04:45.53] You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n[04:47.70] And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n[04:49.24] And that's what you did, you came back\n[04:50.92] But it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n[04:54.78] I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n[04:58.09] I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n[05:01.11] You came alive\n[05:02.22] That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n[05:04.43] And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n[05:07.03] And everybody know your name again\n[05:08.70] But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n[05:11.19] You're back (you're back, you're back...)\n[05:15.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stressed Ft. 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(Huh)\n  start_ms: 74220\n  end_ms: 77070\n- text: Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  start_ms: 77070\n  end_ms: 79920\n- text: Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  start_ms: 79920\n  end_ms: 82570\n- text: But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n  start_ms: 82570\n  end_ms: 84800\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 84800\n  end_ms: 87880\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 87880\n  end_ms: 90630\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 90630\n  end_ms: 93460\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 93460\n  end_ms: 96760\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 96760\n  end_ms: 99920\n- text: Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 99920\n  end_ms: 102990\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 102990\n  end_ms: 106230\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 106230\n  end_ms: 108130\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 108130\n  end_ms: 109680\n- text: The bullshit in life, everybody go through that\n  start_ms: 109680\n  end_ms: 112620\n- text: But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 112620\n  end_ms: 115830\n- text: I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  start_ms: 115830\n  end_ms: 118650\n- text: Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n  start_ms: 118650\n  end_ms: 121940\n- text: Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  start_ms: 121940\n  end_ms: 124100\n- text: This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  start_ms: 124100\n  end_ms: 128190\n- text: My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  start_ms: 128190\n  end_ms: 131100\n- text: I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n  start_ms: 131100\n  end_ms: 134160\n- text: Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 134160\n  end_ms: 137160\n- text: People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\n  start_ms: 137160\n  end_ms: 140440\n- text: And not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\n  start_ms: 140440\n  end_ms: 143350\n- text: I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n  start_ms: 143350\n  end_ms: 146350\n- text: Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  start_ms: 146350\n  end_ms: 149730\n- text: And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  start_ms: 149730\n  end_ms: 153870\n- text: That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  start_ms: 153870\n  end_ms: 155590\n- text: For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n  start_ms: 155590\n  end_ms: 158210\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 158210\n  end_ms: 161140\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 161140\n  end_ms: 164010\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 164010\n  end_ms: 166780\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 166780\n  end_ms: 170170\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 170170\n  end_ms: 173280\n- text: Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 173280\n  end_ms: 176380\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 176380\n  end_ms: 179530\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 179530\n  end_ms: 181500\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 181500\n  end_ms: 184230\n- text: Ten months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 184230\n  end_ms: 186700\n- text: Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  start_ms: 186700\n  end_ms: 190330\n- text: Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  start_ms: 190330\n  end_ms: 193040\n- text: And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n  start_ms: 193040\n  end_ms: 196740\n- text: Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  start_ms: 196740\n  end_ms: 199140\n- text: Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  start_ms: 199140\n  end_ms: 202210\n- text: Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 202210\n  end_ms: 205160\n- text: How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n  start_ms: 205160\n  end_ms: 208380\n- text: Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\n  start_ms: 208380\n  end_ms: 210860\n- text: I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  start_ms: 210860\n  end_ms: 214900\n- text: They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  start_ms: 214900\n  end_ms: 216880\n- text: They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n  start_ms: 216880\n  end_ms: 221150\n- text: Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  start_ms: 221150\n  end_ms: 222880\n- text: Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  start_ms: 222880\n  end_ms: 226550\n- text: If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  start_ms: 226550\n  end_ms: 228830\n- text: You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n  start_ms: 228830\n  end_ms: 231520\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 231520\n  end_ms: 234590\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 234590\n  end_ms: 237480\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 237480\n  end_ms: 240150\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 240150\n  end_ms: 243560\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 243560\n  end_ms: 246660\n- text: Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 246660\n  end_ms: 249650\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 249650\n  end_ms: 252810\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 252810\n  end_ms: 254970\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 254970\n  end_ms: 258010\n- text: Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  start_ms: 258010\n  end_ms: 259970\n- text: For the world to count you out?\n  start_ms: 259970\n  end_ms: 261040\n- text: So you start countin' yourself out?\n  start_ms: 261040\n  end_ms: 262590\n- text: You can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\n  start_ms: 262590\n  end_ms: 265620\n- text: Because everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\n  start_ms: 265620\n  end_ms: 268840\n- text: They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  start_ms: 268840\n  end_ms: 271130\n- text: They wouldn't help you get back up\n  start_ms: 271130\n  end_ms: 272810\n- text: You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n  start_ms: 272810\n  end_ms: 275060\n- text: But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  start_ms: 275060\n  end_ms: 276860\n- text: You said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\n  start_ms: 276860\n  end_ms: 280160\n- text: When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n  start_ms: 280160\n  end_ms: 282320\n- text: But you was still by yourself\n  start_ms: 282320\n  end_ms: 283980\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  start_ms: 283980\n  end_ms: 285530\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  start_ms: 285530\n  end_ms: 287700\n- text: And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  start_ms: 287700\n  end_ms: 289240\n- text: And that's what you did, you came back\n  start_ms: 289240\n  end_ms: 290920\n- text: But it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  start_ms: 290920\n  end_ms: 294780\n- text: I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  start_ms: 294780\n  end_ms: 298090\n- text: I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n  start_ms: 298090\n  end_ms: 301110\n- text: You came alive\n  start_ms: 301110\n  end_ms: 302220\n- text: That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  start_ms: 302220\n  end_ms: 304430\n- text: And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  start_ms: 304430\n  end_ms: 307030\n- text: And everybody know your name again\n  start_ms: 307030\n  end_ms: 308700\n- text: But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  start_ms: 308700\n  end_ms: 311190\n- text: You're back (you're back, you're back...)\n  start_ms: 311190\n  end_ms: 315260\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 315260\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh\n\n  Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n  That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\n  I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n  I guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\n  I tell 'em, \"No,\" they talk down on me and try to play it\n  Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  (What about all the other times, nigga?)\n\n  Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\n  You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n  Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  The bullshit in life, everybody go through that\n  But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\n  I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\n  Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\n  Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\n  People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\n  And not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\n  I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\n  Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Ten months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\n  Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\n  Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\n  How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\n  Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\n  I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\n  Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  For the world to count you out?\n  So you start countin' yourself out?\n  You can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\n  Because everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\n  They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  They wouldn't help you get back up\n  You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n\n  But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  You said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\n  When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n  But you was still by yourself\n  You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  And that's what you did, you came back\n\n  But it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n  You came alive\n  That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  And everybody know your name again\n  But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  You're back (you're back, you're back...)\n"},{"id":10094890,"name":"Stressed (feat. 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Wallo267)","artistName":"Conway the Machine","albumName":"God Don't Make Mistakes","duration":320.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh\n\nLife is 'bout trials and tribulations\nAnd overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\nThat I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\nI guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\nI guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\nI tell 'em, \"No,\" they talk down on me and try to play it\nGuess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n(What about all the other times, nigga?)\n\nFunny how they can be so forgetful\nOf all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\nI'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\nWhen a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\nYou niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\nNiggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\nHuh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\nBut she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nEverybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nThe bullshit in life, everybody go through that\nBut it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\nI was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\nFelt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\nDutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\nThis kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\nMy cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\nI wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\nUh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\nPeople stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\nAnd not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\nI never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\nImagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\nAnd he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\nThat's why I drink a bottle daily\nFor all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nEverybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nTen months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\nKicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\nZipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\nAnd not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\nWhere I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\nThought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\nUh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\nHow many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\nYeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\nI'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\nThey like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\nThey don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\nBurnin' this kush while I pace\nCryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\nIf you only knew what it took, what it takes\nYou only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nEverybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nDo you know what it feels like to be alone?\nFor the world to count you out?\nSo you start countin' yourself out?\nYou can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\nBecause everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\nThey watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\nThey wouldn't help you get back up\nYou was all alone, you was in a dark place\n\nBut one day, that spark kicked in you\nYou said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\nWhen you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\nBut you was still by yourself\nYou was by yourself them nights in the gym\nYou was by yourself them nights in the trap\nAnd you said, \"I'ma come back\"\nAnd that's what you did, you came back\n\nBut it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\nI don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\nI don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\nYou came alive\nThat was the motivation that pushed you to come back\nAnd now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\nAnd everybody know your name again\nBut you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\nYou're back (you're back, you're back...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:34.80] Uh, uh, uh\n[00:37.45] Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n[00:39.44] And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n[00:42.75] 'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n[00:45.68] That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n[00:49.68] I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n[00:51.95] I guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\n[00:54.97] I tell 'em, \"No,\" they talk down on me and try to play it\n[00:57.97] Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n[01:00.78] (What about all the other times, nigga?)\n[01:01.84] Funny how they can be so forgetful\n[01:04.24] Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n[01:06.49] I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n[01:10.07] When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n[01:14.22] You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n[01:17.07] Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n[01:19.92] Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n[01:22.57] But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n[01:24.80] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[01:27.88] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[01:30.63] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[01:33.46] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[01:36.76] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[01:39.92] Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[01:42.99] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[01:46.23] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[01:48.13] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[01:49.68] The bullshit in life, everybody go through that\n[01:52.62] But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\n[01:55.83] I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n[01:58.65] Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n[02:01.94] Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n[02:04.10] This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n[02:08.19] My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n[02:11.10] I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n[02:14.16] Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\n[02:17.16] People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\n[02:20.44] And not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\n[02:23.35] I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n[02:26.35] Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n[02:29.73] And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n[02:33.87] That's why I drink a bottle daily\n[02:35.59] For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n[02:38.21] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[02:41.14] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[02:44.01] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[02:46.78] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[02:50.17] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[02:53.28] Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[02:56.38] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[02:59.53] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[03:01.50] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[03:04.23] Ten months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\n[03:06.70] Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n[03:10.33] Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n[03:13.04] And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n[03:16.74] Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n[03:19.14] Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n[03:22.21] Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\n[03:25.16] How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n[03:28.38] Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\n[03:30.86] I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n[03:34.90] They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n[03:36.88] They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n[03:41.15] Burnin' this kush while I pace\n[03:42.88] Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n[03:46.55] If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n[03:48.83] You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n[03:51.52] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[03:54.59] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[03:57.48] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[04:00.15] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[04:03.56] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[04:06.66] Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[04:09.65] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[04:12.81] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[04:14.97] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[04:18.01] Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n[04:19.97] For the world to count you out?\n[04:21.04] So you start countin' yourself out?\n[04:22.59] You can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\n[04:25.62] Because everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\n[04:28.84] They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n[04:31.13] They wouldn't help you get back up\n[04:32.81] You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n[04:35.06] But one day, that spark kicked in you\n[04:36.86] You said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\n[04:40.16] When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n[04:42.32] But you was still by yourself\n[04:43.98] You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n[04:45.53] You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n[04:47.70] And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n[04:49.24] And that's what you did, you came back\n[04:50.92] But it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n[04:54.78] I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n[04:58.09] I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n[05:01.11] You came alive\n[05:02.22] That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n[05:04.43] And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n[05:07.03] And everybody know your name again\n[05:08.70] But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n[05:11.19] You're back (you're back, you're back...)\n[05:15.26] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stressed (feat. 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(Huh)\n  start_ms: 74220\n  end_ms: 77070\n- text: Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  start_ms: 77070\n  end_ms: 79920\n- text: Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  start_ms: 79920\n  end_ms: 82570\n- text: But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n  start_ms: 82570\n  end_ms: 84800\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 84800\n  end_ms: 87880\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 87880\n  end_ms: 90630\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 90630\n  end_ms: 93460\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 93460\n  end_ms: 96760\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 96760\n  end_ms: 99920\n- text: Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 99920\n  end_ms: 102990\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 102990\n  end_ms: 106230\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 106230\n  end_ms: 108130\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 108130\n  end_ms: 109680\n- text: The bullshit in life, everybody go through that\n  start_ms: 109680\n  end_ms: 112620\n- text: But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 112620\n  end_ms: 115830\n- text: I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  start_ms: 115830\n  end_ms: 118650\n- text: Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n  start_ms: 118650\n  end_ms: 121940\n- text: Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  start_ms: 121940\n  end_ms: 124100\n- text: This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  start_ms: 124100\n  end_ms: 128190\n- text: My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  start_ms: 128190\n  end_ms: 131100\n- text: I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n  start_ms: 131100\n  end_ms: 134160\n- text: Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 134160\n  end_ms: 137160\n- text: People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\n  start_ms: 137160\n  end_ms: 140440\n- text: And not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\n  start_ms: 140440\n  end_ms: 143350\n- text: I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n  start_ms: 143350\n  end_ms: 146350\n- text: Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  start_ms: 146350\n  end_ms: 149730\n- text: And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  start_ms: 149730\n  end_ms: 153870\n- text: That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  start_ms: 153870\n  end_ms: 155590\n- text: For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n  start_ms: 155590\n  end_ms: 158210\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 158210\n  end_ms: 161140\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 161140\n  end_ms: 164010\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 164010\n  end_ms: 166780\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 166780\n  end_ms: 170170\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 170170\n  end_ms: 173280\n- text: Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 173280\n  end_ms: 176380\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 176380\n  end_ms: 179530\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 179530\n  end_ms: 181500\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 181500\n  end_ms: 184230\n- text: Ten months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 184230\n  end_ms: 186700\n- text: Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  start_ms: 186700\n  end_ms: 190330\n- text: Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  start_ms: 190330\n  end_ms: 193040\n- text: And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n  start_ms: 193040\n  end_ms: 196740\n- text: Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  start_ms: 196740\n  end_ms: 199140\n- text: Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  start_ms: 199140\n  end_ms: 202210\n- text: Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 202210\n  end_ms: 205160\n- text: How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n  start_ms: 205160\n  end_ms: 208380\n- text: Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\n  start_ms: 208380\n  end_ms: 210860\n- text: I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  start_ms: 210860\n  end_ms: 214900\n- text: They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  start_ms: 214900\n  end_ms: 216880\n- text: They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n  start_ms: 216880\n  end_ms: 221150\n- text: Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  start_ms: 221150\n  end_ms: 222880\n- text: Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  start_ms: 222880\n  end_ms: 226550\n- text: If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  start_ms: 226550\n  end_ms: 228830\n- text: You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n  start_ms: 228830\n  end_ms: 231520\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 231520\n  end_ms: 234590\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 234590\n  end_ms: 237480\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 237480\n  end_ms: 240150\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 240150\n  end_ms: 243560\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 243560\n  end_ms: 246660\n- text: Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 246660\n  end_ms: 249650\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 249650\n  end_ms: 252810\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 252810\n  end_ms: 254970\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 254970\n  end_ms: 258010\n- text: Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  start_ms: 258010\n  end_ms: 259970\n- text: For the world to count you out?\n  start_ms: 259970\n  end_ms: 261040\n- text: So you start countin' yourself out?\n  start_ms: 261040\n  end_ms: 262590\n- text: You can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\n  start_ms: 262590\n  end_ms: 265620\n- text: Because everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\n  start_ms: 265620\n  end_ms: 268840\n- text: They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  start_ms: 268840\n  end_ms: 271130\n- text: They wouldn't help you get back up\n  start_ms: 271130\n  end_ms: 272810\n- text: You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n  start_ms: 272810\n  end_ms: 275060\n- text: But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  start_ms: 275060\n  end_ms: 276860\n- text: You said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\n  start_ms: 276860\n  end_ms: 280160\n- text: When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n  start_ms: 280160\n  end_ms: 282320\n- text: But you was still by yourself\n  start_ms: 282320\n  end_ms: 283980\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  start_ms: 283980\n  end_ms: 285530\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  start_ms: 285530\n  end_ms: 287700\n- text: And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  start_ms: 287700\n  end_ms: 289240\n- text: And that's what you did, you came back\n  start_ms: 289240\n  end_ms: 290920\n- text: But it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  start_ms: 290920\n  end_ms: 294780\n- text: I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  start_ms: 294780\n  end_ms: 298090\n- text: I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n  start_ms: 298090\n  end_ms: 301110\n- text: You came alive\n  start_ms: 301110\n  end_ms: 302220\n- text: That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  start_ms: 302220\n  end_ms: 304430\n- text: And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  start_ms: 304430\n  end_ms: 307030\n- text: And everybody know your name again\n  start_ms: 307030\n  end_ms: 308700\n- text: But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  start_ms: 308700\n  end_ms: 311190\n- text: You're back (you're back, you're back...)\n  start_ms: 311190\n  end_ms: 315260\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 315260\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh\n\n  Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n  That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\n  I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n  I guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\n  I tell 'em, \"No,\" they talk down on me and try to play it\n  Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  (What about all the other times, nigga?)\n\n  Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\n  You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n  Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  The bullshit in life, everybody go through that\n  But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\n  I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\n  Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\n  Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\n  People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\n  And not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\n  I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\n  Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Ten months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\n  Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\n  Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\n  How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\n  Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\n  I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\n  Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  For the world to count you out?\n  So you start countin' yourself out?\n  You can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\n  Because everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\n  They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  They wouldn't help you get back up\n  You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n\n  But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  You said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\n  When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n  But you was still by yourself\n  You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  And that's what you did, you came back\n\n  But it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n  You came alive\n  That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  And everybody know your name again\n  But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  You're back (you're back, you're back...)\n"},{"id":9479291,"name":"Stressed (with Wallo267)","trackName":"Stressed (with Wallo267)","artistName":"Conway the Machine","albumName":"God Don't Make Mistakes","duration":320.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh\n\nLife is 'bout trials and tribulations\nAnd overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\nThat I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\nI guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\nI guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\nI tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\nGuess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n(What about all the other times nigga?)\n\nFunny how they can be so forgetful\nOf all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\nI'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\nWhen a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\nYou niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\nNiggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\nHuh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\nBut she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nThe bulls- in life, everybody go through that\nBut it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\nI was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\nFelt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\nDutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\nThis kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\nMy cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\nI wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\nUh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\nPeople stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\nAnd not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\nI never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\nImagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\nAnd he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\nThat's why I drink a bottle daily\nFor all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nTen months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\nKicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\nZipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\nAnd not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\nWhere I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\nThought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\nUh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\nHow many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\nYeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\nDepressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\nThey like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\nThey don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\nBurnin' this kush while I pace\nCryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\nIf you only knew what it took, what it takes\nYou only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nDo you know what it feels like to be alone?\nFor the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\nYou can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\nThey seen you fall\n\nThey watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\nThey wouldn't help you get back up\nYou was all alone, you was in a dark place\nBut one day, that spark kicked in you\nAnd you said, \"You know what?\"\nYou got that old feeling when you was a winner\nWhen you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n\nBut you was still by yourself\nYou was by yourself them nights in the gym\nYou was by yourself them nights in the trap\nAnd you said, \"I'ma come back\"\nAnd that's what you did, you came back\n\nBut it was that moment\nThat moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\nI don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\nI don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n\nYou came alive\nThat was the motivation that pushed you to come back\nAnd now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\nAnd everybody know your name again\nBut you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\nYou're back...","syncedLyrics":"[00:34.82] Uh, uh, uh\n[00:37.45] Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n[00:39.45] And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n[00:42.68] 'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n[00:45.57] That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n[00:49.56] I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n[00:51.87] I guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\n[00:54.96] I tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\n[00:57.92] Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n[01:00.61] (What about all the other times nigga?)\n[01:01.95] Funny how they can be so forgetful\n[01:04.34] Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n[01:06.68] I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n[01:10.05] When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n[01:14.39] You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n[01:17.02] Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n[01:19.98] Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n[01:22.33] But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n[01:24.88] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[01:27.85] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[01:30.73] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[01:33.57] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[01:36.77] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[01:39.95] E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[01:43.07] But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[01:45.17] (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[01:46.26] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[01:48.17] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[01:49.72] The bulls- in life, everybody go through that\n[01:52.69] But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\n[01:55.73] I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n[01:58.85] Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n[02:02.04] Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n[02:04.18] This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n[02:08.14] My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n[02:11.02] I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n[02:14.24] Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\n[02:17.11] People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\n[02:20.48] And not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\n[02:23.47] I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n[02:26.32] Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n[02:29.63] And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n[02:33.92] That's why I drink a bottle daily\n[02:35.61] For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n[02:38.20] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[02:41.11] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[02:43.93] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[02:46.87] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[02:50.15] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[02:53.12] E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[02:56.22] But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[02:58.48] (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[02:59.60] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[03:01.61] (Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[03:04.33] Ten months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\n[03:06.66] Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n[03:10.36] Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n[03:12.99] And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n[03:16.82] Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n[03:19.18] Thought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n[03:22.28] Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\n[03:25.06] How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n[03:28.43] Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\n[03:32.53] Depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n[03:34.84] They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n[03:36.87] They don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n[03:41.25] Burnin' this kush while I pace\n[03:42.99] Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n[03:46.48] If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n[03:49.03] You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n[03:51.66] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[03:54.50] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[03:57.37] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[04:00.08] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[04:03.41] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[04:06.67] E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[04:09.70] But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[04:11.85] (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[04:12.94] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[04:15.06] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[04:18.17] Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n[04:19.87] For the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\n[04:22.54] You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n[04:24.57] 'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\n[04:27.57] They seen you fall\n[04:28.78] They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n[04:31.13] They wouldn't help you get back up\n[04:32.73] You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n[04:35.08] But one day, that spark kicked in you\n[04:36.86] And you said, \"You know what?\"\n[04:37.92] You got that old feeling when you was a winner\n[04:40.17] When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n[04:42.52] But you was still by yourself\n[04:43.96] You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n[04:45.60] You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n[04:47.57] And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n[04:49.13] And that's what you did, you came back\n[04:50.86] But it was that moment\n[04:52.06] That moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n[04:54.61] I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n[04:58.19] I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n[05:01.13] You came alive\n[05:02.33] That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n[05:04.57] And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n[05:06.93] And everybody know your name again\n[05:08.73] But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n[05:11.24] You're back...\n[05:15.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stressed (with Wallo267)\n  artist: Conway the Machine\n  album: God Don't Make Mistakes\n  duration_ms: 320000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, uh, uh\n  start_ms: 34820\n  end_ms: 37450\n- text: Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  start_ms: 37450\n  end_ms: 39450\n- text: And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  start_ms: 39450\n  end_ms: 42680\n- text: '''Cause it''s not only mines, got everybody''s situations'\n  start_ms: 42680\n  end_ms: 45570\n- text: That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n  start_ms: 45570\n  end_ms: 49560\n- text: I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n  start_ms: 49560\n  end_ms: 51870\n- text: I guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\n  start_ms: 51870\n  end_ms: 54960\n- text: I tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\n  start_ms: 54960\n  end_ms: 57920\n- text: Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  start_ms: 57920\n  end_ms: 60610\n- text: (What about all the other times nigga?)\n  start_ms: 60610\n  end_ms: 61950\n- text: Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  start_ms: 61950\n  end_ms: 64340\n- text: Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  start_ms: 64340\n  end_ms: 66680\n- text: I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  start_ms: 66680\n  end_ms: 70050\n- text: When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n  start_ms: 70050\n  end_ms: 74390\n- text: You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? 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(I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 158200\n  end_ms: 161110\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 161110\n  end_ms: 163930\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 163930\n  end_ms: 166870\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 166870\n  end_ms: 170150\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 170150\n  end_ms: 173120\n- text: E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 173120\n  end_ms: 176220\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 176220\n  end_ms: 178480\n- text: (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 178480\n  end_ms: 179600\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 179600\n  end_ms: 181610\n- text: (Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 181610\n  end_ms: 184330\n- text: Ten months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\n  start_ms: 184330\n  end_ms: 186660\n- text: Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  start_ms: 186660\n  end_ms: 190360\n- text: Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  start_ms: 190360\n  end_ms: 192990\n- text: And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n  start_ms: 192990\n  end_ms: 196820\n- text: Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  start_ms: 196820\n  end_ms: 199180\n- text: Thought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  start_ms: 199180\n  end_ms: 202280\n- text: Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\n  start_ms: 202280\n  end_ms: 205060\n- text: How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n  start_ms: 205060\n  end_ms: 208430\n- text: Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\n  start_ms: 208430\n  end_ms: 212530\n- text: Depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  start_ms: 212530\n  end_ms: 214840\n- text: They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  start_ms: 214840\n  end_ms: 216870\n- text: They don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n  start_ms: 216870\n  end_ms: 221250\n- text: Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  start_ms: 221250\n  end_ms: 222990\n- text: Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  start_ms: 222990\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 229030\n- text: You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n  start_ms: 229030\n  end_ms: 231660\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 231660\n  end_ms: 234500\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 234500\n  end_ms: 237370\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 237370\n  end_ms: 240080\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 240080\n  end_ms: 243410\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 243410\n  end_ms: 246670\n- text: E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 246670\n  end_ms: 249700\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 249700\n  end_ms: 251850\n- text: (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 251850\n  end_ms: 252940\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 252940\n  end_ms: 255060\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 255060\n  end_ms: 258170\n- text: Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  start_ms: 258170\n  end_ms: 259870\n- text: For the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\n  start_ms: 259870\n  end_ms: 262540\n- text: You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n  start_ms: 262540\n  end_ms: 264570\n- text: '''Cause you think that you''re a loser because everybody else seen you lost'\n  start_ms: 264570\n  end_ms: 267570\n- text: They seen you fall\n  start_ms: 267570\n  end_ms: 268780\n- text: They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  start_ms: 268780\n  end_ms: 271130\n- text: They wouldn't help you get back up\n  start_ms: 271130\n  end_ms: 272730\n- text: You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n  start_ms: 272730\n  end_ms: 275080\n- text: But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  start_ms: 275080\n  end_ms: 276860\n- text: And you said, \"You know what?\"\n  start_ms: 276860\n  end_ms: 277920\n- text: You got that old feeling when you was a winner\n  start_ms: 277920\n  end_ms: 280170\n- text: When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n  start_ms: 280170\n  end_ms: 282520\n- text: But you was still by yourself\n  start_ms: 282520\n  end_ms: 283960\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  start_ms: 283960\n  end_ms: 285600\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  start_ms: 285600\n  end_ms: 287570\n- text: And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  start_ms: 287570\n  end_ms: 289130\n- text: And that's what you did, you came back\n  start_ms: 289130\n  end_ms: 290860\n- text: But it was that moment\n  start_ms: 290860\n  end_ms: 292060\n- text: That moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  start_ms: 292060\n  end_ms: 294610\n- text: I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  start_ms: 294610\n  end_ms: 298190\n- text: I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n  start_ms: 298190\n  end_ms: 301130\n- text: You came alive\n  start_ms: 301130\n  end_ms: 302330\n- text: That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  start_ms: 302330\n  end_ms: 304570\n- text: And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  start_ms: 304570\n  end_ms: 306930\n- text: And everybody know your name again\n  start_ms: 306930\n  end_ms: 308730\n- text: But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  start_ms: 308730\n  end_ms: 311240\n- text: You're back...\n  start_ms: 311240\n  end_ms: 315240\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 315240\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh\n\n  Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n  That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\n  I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n  I guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\n  I tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\n  Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  (What about all the other times nigga?)\n\n  Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\n  You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n  Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  The bulls- in life, everybody go through that\n  But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\n  I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\n  Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\n  Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\n  People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\n  And not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\n  I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\n  Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Ten months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\n  Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\n  Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  Thought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\n  How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\n  Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\n  Depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  They don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\n  Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  For the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\n  You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n  'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\n  They seen you fall\n\n  They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  They wouldn't help you get back up\n  You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n  But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  And you said, \"You know what?\"\n  You got that old feeling when you was a winner\n  When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n\n  But you was still by yourself\n  You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  And that's what you did, you came back\n\n  But it was that moment\n  That moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n\n  You came alive\n  That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  And everybody know your name again\n  But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  You're back...\n"},{"id":38401237,"name":"Stressed","trackName":"Stressed","artistName":"Conway the Machine with Wallo267","albumName":"God Don’t Make Mistakes","duration":320.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh\n\nLife is 'bout trials and tribulations\nAnd overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\nThat I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\nI guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\nI guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\nI tell 'em, \"No,\" they talk down on me and try to play it\nGuess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n(What about all the other times, nigga?)\n\nFunny how they can be so forgetful\nOf all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\nI'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\nWhen a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\nYou niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\nNiggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\nHuh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\nBut she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nEverybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nThe bullshit in life, everybody go through that\nBut it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\nI was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\nFelt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\nDutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\nThis kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\nMy cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\nI wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\nUh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\nPeople stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\nAnd not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\nI never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\nImagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\nAnd he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\nThat's why I drink a bottle daily\nFor all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nEverybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nTen months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\nKicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\nZipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\nAnd not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\nWhere I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\nThought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\nUh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\nHow many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\nYeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\nI'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\nThey like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\nThey don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\nBurnin' this kush while I pace\nCryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\nIf you only knew what it took, what it takes\nYou only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nEverybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nDo you know what it feels like to be alone?\nFor the world to count you out?\nSo you start countin' yourself out?\nYou can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\nBecause everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\nThey watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\nThey wouldn't help you get back up\nYou was all alone, you was in a dark place\n\nBut one day, that spark kicked in you\nYou said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\nWhen you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\nBut you was still by yourself\nYou was by yourself them nights in the gym\nYou was by yourself them nights in the trap\nAnd you said, \"I'ma come back\"\nAnd that's what you did, you came back\n\nBut it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\nI don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\nI don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\nYou came alive\nThat was the motivation that pushed you to come back\nAnd now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\nAnd everybody know your name again\nBut you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\nYou're back (you're back, you're back...)","syncedLyrics":"[00:34.88] Uh, uh, uh\n[00:37.47] Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n[00:39.42] And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n[00:42.72] 'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n[00:45.68] That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n[00:49.67] I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n[00:51.95] I guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\n[00:54.96] I tell 'em, \"No,\" they talk down on me and try to play it\n[00:57.91] Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n[01:00.76] (What about all the other times, nigga?)\n[01:01.89] Funny how they can be so forgetful\n[01:04.27] Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n[01:06.46] I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n[01:10.04] When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n[01:14.24] You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n[01:17.00] Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n[01:19.98] Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n[01:22.55] But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n[01:24.89] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[01:27.84] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[01:30.68] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[01:33.41] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[01:36.76] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[01:39.96] Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[01:42.96] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[01:46.22] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[01:48.16] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[01:49.64] The bullshit in life, everybody go through that\n[01:52.62] But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\n[01:55.84] I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n[01:58.61] Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n[02:01.91] Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n[02:04.02] This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n[02:08.12] My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n[02:11.04] I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n[02:14.19] Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\n[02:17.18] People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\n[02:20.48] And not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\n[02:23.36] I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n[02:26.31] Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n[02:29.74] And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n[02:33.84] That's why I drink a bottle daily\n[02:35.57] For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n[02:38.30] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[02:41.18] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[02:44.01] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[02:46.80] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[02:50.17] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[02:53.25] Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[02:56.40] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[02:59.59] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[03:01.53] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[03:04.20] Ten months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\n[03:06.76] Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n[03:10.40] Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n[03:13.08] And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n[03:16.79] Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n[03:19.14] Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n[03:22.20] Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\n[03:25.11] How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n[03:28.39] Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\n[03:30.81] I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n[03:34.83] They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n[03:36.81] They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n[03:41.13] Burnin' this kush while I pace\n[03:42.85] Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n[03:46.51] If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n[03:48.83] You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n[03:51.52] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[03:54.56] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[03:57.43] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[04:00.17] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[04:03.50] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[04:06.70] Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[04:09.66] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[04:12.89] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[04:14.99] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[04:18.05] Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n[04:19.94] For the world to count you out?\n[04:21.05] So you start countin' yourself out?\n[04:22.55] You can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\n[04:25.65] Because everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\n[04:28.88] They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n[04:31.15] They wouldn't help you get back up\n[04:32.81] You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n[04:35.07] But one day, that spark kicked in you\n[04:36.82] You said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\n[04:40.13] When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n[04:42.35] But you was still by yourself\n[04:43.97] You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n[04:45.58] You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n[04:47.70] And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n[04:49.29] And that's what you did, you came back\n[04:50.92] But it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n[04:54.73] I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n[04:58.08] I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n[05:01.19] You came alive\n[05:02.21] That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n[05:04.41] And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n[05:07.07] And everybody know your name again\n[05:08.73] But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n[05:11.16] You're back (you're back, you're back...)\n[05:15.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stressed\n  artist: Conway the Machine with Wallo267\n  album: God Don’t Make Mistakes\n  duration_ms: 320000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, uh, uh\n  start_ms: 34880\n  end_ms: 37470\n- text: Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  start_ms: 37470\n  end_ms: 39420\n- text: And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  start_ms: 39420\n  end_ms: 42720\n- text: '''Cause it''s not only mines, got everybody''s situations'\n  start_ms: 42720\n  end_ms: 45680\n- text: That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n  start_ms: 45680\n  end_ms: 49670\n- text: I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n  start_ms: 49670\n  end_ms: 51950\n- text: I guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\n  start_ms: 51950\n  end_ms: 54960\n- text: I tell 'em, \"No,\" they talk down on me and try to play it\n  start_ms: 54960\n  end_ms: 57910\n- text: Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  start_ms: 57910\n  end_ms: 60760\n- text: (What about all the other times, nigga?)\n  start_ms: 60760\n  end_ms: 61890\n- text: Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  start_ms: 61890\n  end_ms: 64270\n- text: Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  start_ms: 64270\n  end_ms: 66460\n- text: I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  start_ms: 66460\n  end_ms: 70040\n- text: When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n  start_ms: 70040\n  end_ms: 74240\n- text: You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n  start_ms: 74240\n  end_ms: 77000\n- text: Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  start_ms: 77000\n  end_ms: 79980\n- text: Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  start_ms: 79980\n  end_ms: 82550\n- text: But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n  start_ms: 82550\n  end_ms: 84890\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 84890\n  end_ms: 87840\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 87840\n  end_ms: 90680\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 90680\n  end_ms: 93410\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 93410\n  end_ms: 96760\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 96760\n  end_ms: 99960\n- text: Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 99960\n  end_ms: 102960\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 102960\n  end_ms: 106220\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 106220\n  end_ms: 108160\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 108160\n  end_ms: 109640\n- text: The bullshit in life, everybody go through that\n  start_ms: 109640\n  end_ms: 112620\n- text: But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 112620\n  end_ms: 115840\n- text: I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  start_ms: 115840\n  end_ms: 118610\n- text: Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n  start_ms: 118610\n  end_ms: 121910\n- text: Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  start_ms: 121910\n  end_ms: 124020\n- text: This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  start_ms: 124020\n  end_ms: 128120\n- text: My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  start_ms: 128120\n  end_ms: 131040\n- text: I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n  start_ms: 131040\n  end_ms: 134190\n- text: Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 134190\n  end_ms: 137180\n- text: People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\n  start_ms: 137180\n  end_ms: 140480\n- text: And not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\n  start_ms: 140480\n  end_ms: 143360\n- text: I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n  start_ms: 143360\n  end_ms: 146310\n- text: Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  start_ms: 146310\n  end_ms: 149740\n- text: And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  start_ms: 149740\n  end_ms: 153840\n- text: That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  start_ms: 153840\n  end_ms: 155570\n- text: For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n  start_ms: 155570\n  end_ms: 158300\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 158300\n  end_ms: 161180\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 161180\n  end_ms: 164010\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 164010\n  end_ms: 166800\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 166800\n  end_ms: 170170\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 170170\n  end_ms: 173250\n- text: Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 173250\n  end_ms: 176400\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 176400\n  end_ms: 179590\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 179590\n  end_ms: 181530\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 181530\n  end_ms: 184200\n- text: Ten months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 184200\n  end_ms: 186760\n- text: Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  start_ms: 186760\n  end_ms: 190400\n- text: Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  start_ms: 190400\n  end_ms: 193080\n- text: And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n  start_ms: 193080\n  end_ms: 196790\n- text: Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  start_ms: 196790\n  end_ms: 199140\n- text: Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  start_ms: 199140\n  end_ms: 202200\n- text: Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\n  start_ms: 202200\n  end_ms: 205110\n- text: How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n  start_ms: 205110\n  end_ms: 208390\n- text: Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\n  start_ms: 208390\n  end_ms: 210810\n- text: I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  start_ms: 210810\n  end_ms: 214830\n- text: They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  start_ms: 214830\n  end_ms: 216810\n- text: They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n  start_ms: 216810\n  end_ms: 221130\n- text: Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  start_ms: 221130\n  end_ms: 222850\n- text: Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  start_ms: 222850\n  end_ms: 226510\n- text: If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  start_ms: 226510\n  end_ms: 228830\n- text: You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n  start_ms: 228830\n  end_ms: 231520\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 231520\n  end_ms: 234560\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 234560\n  end_ms: 237430\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 237430\n  end_ms: 240170\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 240170\n  end_ms: 243500\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 243500\n  end_ms: 246700\n- text: Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 246700\n  end_ms: 249660\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 249660\n  end_ms: 252890\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 252890\n  end_ms: 254990\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 254990\n  end_ms: 258050\n- text: Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  start_ms: 258050\n  end_ms: 259940\n- text: For the world to count you out?\n  start_ms: 259940\n  end_ms: 261050\n- text: So you start countin' yourself out?\n  start_ms: 261050\n  end_ms: 262550\n- text: You can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\n  start_ms: 262550\n  end_ms: 265650\n- text: Because everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\n  start_ms: 265650\n  end_ms: 268880\n- text: They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  start_ms: 268880\n  end_ms: 271150\n- text: They wouldn't help you get back up\n  start_ms: 271150\n  end_ms: 272810\n- text: You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n  start_ms: 272810\n  end_ms: 275070\n- text: But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  start_ms: 275070\n  end_ms: 276820\n- text: You said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\n  start_ms: 276820\n  end_ms: 280130\n- text: When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n  start_ms: 280130\n  end_ms: 282350\n- text: But you was still by yourself\n  start_ms: 282350\n  end_ms: 283970\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  start_ms: 283970\n  end_ms: 285580\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  start_ms: 285580\n  end_ms: 287700\n- text: And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  start_ms: 287700\n  end_ms: 289290\n- text: And that's what you did, you came back\n  start_ms: 289290\n  end_ms: 290920\n- text: But it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  start_ms: 290920\n  end_ms: 294730\n- text: I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  start_ms: 294730\n  end_ms: 298080\n- text: I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n  start_ms: 298080\n  end_ms: 301190\n- text: You came alive\n  start_ms: 301190\n  end_ms: 302210\n- text: That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  start_ms: 302210\n  end_ms: 304410\n- text: And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  start_ms: 304410\n  end_ms: 307070\n- text: And everybody know your name again\n  start_ms: 307070\n  end_ms: 308730\n- text: But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  start_ms: 308730\n  end_ms: 311160\n- text: You're back (you're back, you're back...)\n  start_ms: 311160\n  end_ms: 315220\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 315220\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh\n\n  Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n  That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\n  I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n  I guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him\n  I tell 'em, \"No,\" they talk down on me and try to play it\n  Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  (What about all the other times, nigga?)\n\n  Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\n  You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n  Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  The bullshit in life, everybody go through that\n  But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh-huh)\n  I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\n  Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga, \"Don't do that\" (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\n  Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh-huh)\n  People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)\n  And not too long' after my cousin hung his-self (ha)\n  I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\n  Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Ten months old, I was abused (uh-huh)\n  Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\n  Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh-huh)\n  How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\n  Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed\n  I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\n  Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  For the world to count you out?\n  So you start countin' yourself out?\n  You can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser\n  Because everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall\n  They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  They wouldn't help you get back up\n  You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n\n  But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  You said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner\n  When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n  But you was still by yourself\n  You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  And that's what you did, you came back\n\n  But it was that moment, that moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n  You came alive\n  That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  And everybody know your name again\n  But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  You're back (you're back, you're back...)\n"},{"id":10173828,"name":"Stressed (Radio)","trackName":"Stressed (Radio)","artistName":"Conway The Machine, Wallo267","albumName":"240 DJ Loaded - Rapsody Springs Time","duration":319.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh\n\nLife is 'bout trials and tribulations\nAnd overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\nThat I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\nI guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\nI guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\nI tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\nGuess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n(What about all the other times nigga?)\n\nFunny how they can be so forgetful\nOf all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\nI'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\nWhen a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\nYou niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\nNiggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\nHuh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\nBut she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nThe bulls- in life, everybody go through that\nBut it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\nI was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\nFelt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\nDutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\nThis kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\nMy cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\nI wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\nUh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\nPeople stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\nAnd not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\nI never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\nImagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\nAnd he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\nThat's why I drink a bottle daily\nFor all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nTen months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\nKicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\nZipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\nAnd not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\nWhere I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\nThought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\nUh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\nHow many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\nYeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\nDepressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\nThey like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\nThey don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\nBurnin' this kush while I pace\nCryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\nIf you only knew what it took, what it takes\nYou only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nDo you know what it feels like to be alone?\nFor the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\nYou can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\nThey seen you fall\n\nThey watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\nThey wouldn't help you get back up\nYou was all alone, you was in a dark place\nBut one day, that spark kicked in you\nAnd you said, \"You know what?\"\nYou got that old feeling when you was a winner\nWhen you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n\nBut you was still by yourself\nYou was by yourself them nights in the gym\nYou was by yourself them nights in the trap\nAnd you said, \"I'ma come back\"\nAnd that's what you did, you came back\n\nBut it was that moment\nThat moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\nI don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\nI don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n\nYou came alive\nThat was the motivation that pushed you to come back\nAnd now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\nAnd everybody know your name again\nBut you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\nYou're back...","syncedLyrics":"[00:34.82] Uh, uh, uh\n[00:37.45] Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n[00:39.45] And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n[00:42.68] 'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n[00:45.57] That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n[00:49.56] I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n[00:51.87] I guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\n[00:54.96] I tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\n[00:57.92] Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n[01:00.61] (What about all the other times nigga?)\n[01:01.95] Funny how they can be so forgetful\n[01:04.34] Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n[01:06.68] I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n[01:10.05] When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n[01:14.39] You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n[01:17.02] Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n[01:19.98] Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n[01:22.33] But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n[01:24.88] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[01:27.85] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[01:30.73] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[01:33.57] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[01:36.77] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[01:39.95] E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[01:43.07] But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[01:45.17] (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[01:46.26] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[01:48.17] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[01:49.72] The bulls- in life, everybody go through that\n[01:52.69] But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\n[01:55.73] I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n[01:58.85] Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n[02:02.04] Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n[02:04.18] This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n[02:08.14] My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n[02:11.02] I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n[02:14.24] Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\n[02:17.11] People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\n[02:20.48] And not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\n[02:23.47] I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n[02:26.32] Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n[02:29.63] And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n[02:33.92] That's why I drink a bottle daily\n[02:35.61] For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n[02:38.20] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[02:41.11] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[02:43.93] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[02:46.87] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[02:50.15] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[02:53.12] E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[02:56.22] But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[02:58.48] (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[02:59.60] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[03:01.61] (Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[03:04.33] Ten months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\n[03:06.66] Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n[03:10.36] Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n[03:12.99] And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n[03:16.82] Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n[03:19.18] Thought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n[03:22.28] Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\n[03:25.06] How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n[03:28.43] Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\n[03:32.53] Depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n[03:34.84] They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n[03:36.87] They don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n[03:41.25] Burnin' this kush while I pace\n[03:42.99] Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n[03:46.48] If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n[03:49.03] You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n[03:51.66] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[03:54.50] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[03:57.37] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[04:00.08] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[04:03.41] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[04:06.67] E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[04:09.70] But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[04:11.85] (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[04:12.94] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[04:15.06] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[04:18.17] Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n[04:19.87] For the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\n[04:22.54] You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n[04:24.57] 'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\n[04:27.57] They seen you fall\n[04:28.78] They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n[04:31.13] They wouldn't help you get back up\n[04:32.73] You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n[04:35.08] But one day, that spark kicked in you\n[04:36.86] And you said, \"You know what?\"\n[04:37.92] You got that old feeling when you was a winner\n[04:40.17] When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n[04:42.52] But you was still by yourself\n[04:43.96] You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n[04:45.60] You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n[04:47.57] And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n[04:49.13] And that's what you did, you came back\n[04:50.86] But it was that moment\n[04:52.06] That moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n[04:54.61] I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n[04:58.19] I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n[05:01.13] You came alive\n[05:02.33] That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n[05:04.57] And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n[05:06.93] And everybody know your name again\n[05:08.73] But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n[05:11.24] You're back...\n[05:15.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stressed (Radio)\n  artist: Conway The Machine, Wallo267\n  album: 240 DJ Loaded - Rapsody Springs Time\n  duration_ms: 319000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, uh, uh\n  start_ms: 34820\n  end_ms: 37450\n- text: Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  start_ms: 37450\n  end_ms: 39450\n- text: And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  start_ms: 39450\n  end_ms: 42680\n- text: '''Cause it''s not only mines, got everybody''s situations'\n  start_ms: 42680\n  end_ms: 45570\n- text: That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n  start_ms: 45570\n  end_ms: 49560\n- text: I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n  start_ms: 49560\n  end_ms: 51870\n- text: I guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\n  start_ms: 51870\n  end_ms: 54960\n- text: I tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\n  start_ms: 54960\n  end_ms: 57920\n- text: Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  start_ms: 57920\n  end_ms: 60610\n- text: (What about all the other times nigga?)\n  start_ms: 60610\n  end_ms: 61950\n- text: Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  start_ms: 61950\n  end_ms: 64340\n- text: Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  start_ms: 64340\n  end_ms: 66680\n- text: I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  start_ms: 66680\n  end_ms: 70050\n- text: When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n  start_ms: 70050\n  end_ms: 74390\n- text: You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n  start_ms: 74390\n  end_ms: 77020\n- text: Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  start_ms: 77020\n  end_ms: 79980\n- text: Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  start_ms: 79980\n  end_ms: 82330\n- text: But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n  start_ms: 82330\n  end_ms: 84880\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 84880\n  end_ms: 87850\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 87850\n  end_ms: 90730\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 90730\n  end_ms: 93570\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 93570\n  end_ms: 96770\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 96770\n  end_ms: 99950\n- text: E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 99950\n  end_ms: 103070\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 103070\n  end_ms: 105170\n- text: (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 105170\n  end_ms: 106260\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 106260\n  end_ms: 108170\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 108170\n  end_ms: 109720\n- text: The bulls- in life, everybody go through that\n  start_ms: 109720\n  end_ms: 112690\n- text: But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\n  start_ms: 112690\n  end_ms: 115730\n- text: I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  start_ms: 115730\n  end_ms: 118850\n- text: Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n  start_ms: 118850\n  end_ms: 122040\n- text: Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  start_ms: 122040\n  end_ms: 124180\n- text: This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  start_ms: 124180\n  end_ms: 128140\n- text: My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  start_ms: 128140\n  end_ms: 131020\n- text: I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n  start_ms: 131020\n  end_ms: 134240\n- text: Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\n  start_ms: 134240\n  end_ms: 137110\n- text: People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\n  start_ms: 137110\n  end_ms: 140480\n- text: And not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\n  start_ms: 140480\n  end_ms: 143470\n- text: I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n  start_ms: 143470\n  end_ms: 146320\n- text: Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  start_ms: 146320\n  end_ms: 149630\n- text: And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  start_ms: 149630\n  end_ms: 153920\n- text: That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  start_ms: 153920\n  end_ms: 155610\n- text: For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n  start_ms: 155610\n  end_ms: 158200\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 158200\n  end_ms: 161110\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 161110\n  end_ms: 163930\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 163930\n  end_ms: 166870\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 166870\n  end_ms: 170150\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 170150\n  end_ms: 173120\n- text: E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 173120\n  end_ms: 176220\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 176220\n  end_ms: 178480\n- text: (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 178480\n  end_ms: 179600\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 179600\n  end_ms: 181610\n- text: (Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 181610\n  end_ms: 184330\n- text: Ten months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\n  start_ms: 184330\n  end_ms: 186660\n- text: Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  start_ms: 186660\n  end_ms: 190360\n- text: Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  start_ms: 190360\n  end_ms: 192990\n- text: And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n  start_ms: 192990\n  end_ms: 196820\n- text: Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  start_ms: 196820\n  end_ms: 199180\n- text: Thought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  start_ms: 199180\n  end_ms: 202280\n- text: Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\n  start_ms: 202280\n  end_ms: 205060\n- text: How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n  start_ms: 205060\n  end_ms: 208430\n- text: Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\n  start_ms: 208430\n  end_ms: 212530\n- text: Depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  start_ms: 212530\n  end_ms: 214840\n- text: They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  start_ms: 214840\n  end_ms: 216870\n- text: They don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n  start_ms: 216870\n  end_ms: 221250\n- text: Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  start_ms: 221250\n  end_ms: 222990\n- text: Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  start_ms: 222990\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 229030\n- text: You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n  start_ms: 229030\n  end_ms: 231660\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 231660\n  end_ms: 234500\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 234500\n  end_ms: 237370\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 237370\n  end_ms: 240080\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 240080\n  end_ms: 243410\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 243410\n  end_ms: 246670\n- text: E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 246670\n  end_ms: 249700\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 249700\n  end_ms: 251850\n- text: (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 251850\n  end_ms: 252940\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 252940\n  end_ms: 255060\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 255060\n  end_ms: 258170\n- text: Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  start_ms: 258170\n  end_ms: 259870\n- text: For the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\n  start_ms: 259870\n  end_ms: 262540\n- text: You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n  start_ms: 262540\n  end_ms: 264570\n- text: '''Cause you think that you''re a loser because everybody else seen you lost'\n  start_ms: 264570\n  end_ms: 267570\n- text: They seen you fall\n  start_ms: 267570\n  end_ms: 268780\n- text: They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  start_ms: 268780\n  end_ms: 271130\n- text: They wouldn't help you get back up\n  start_ms: 271130\n  end_ms: 272730\n- text: You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n  start_ms: 272730\n  end_ms: 275080\n- text: But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  start_ms: 275080\n  end_ms: 276860\n- text: And you said, \"You know what?\"\n  start_ms: 276860\n  end_ms: 277920\n- text: You got that old feeling when you was a winner\n  start_ms: 277920\n  end_ms: 280170\n- text: When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n  start_ms: 280170\n  end_ms: 282520\n- text: But you was still by yourself\n  start_ms: 282520\n  end_ms: 283960\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  start_ms: 283960\n  end_ms: 285600\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  start_ms: 285600\n  end_ms: 287570\n- text: And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  start_ms: 287570\n  end_ms: 289130\n- text: And that's what you did, you came back\n  start_ms: 289130\n  end_ms: 290860\n- text: But it was that moment\n  start_ms: 290860\n  end_ms: 292060\n- text: That moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  start_ms: 292060\n  end_ms: 294610\n- text: I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  start_ms: 294610\n  end_ms: 298190\n- text: I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n  start_ms: 298190\n  end_ms: 301130\n- text: You came alive\n  start_ms: 301130\n  end_ms: 302330\n- text: That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  start_ms: 302330\n  end_ms: 304570\n- text: And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  start_ms: 304570\n  end_ms: 306930\n- text: And everybody know your name again\n  start_ms: 306930\n  end_ms: 308730\n- text: But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  start_ms: 308730\n  end_ms: 311240\n- text: You're back...\n  start_ms: 311240\n  end_ms: 315240\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 315240\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh\n\n  Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n  That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\n  I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n  I guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\n  I tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\n  Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  (What about all the other times nigga?)\n\n  Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\n  You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n  Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  The bulls- in life, everybody go through that\n  But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\n  I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\n  Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\n  Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\n  People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\n  And not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\n  I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\n  Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Ten months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\n  Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\n  Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  Thought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\n  How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\n  Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\n  Depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  They don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\n  Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  For the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\n  You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n  'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\n  They seen you fall\n\n  They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  They wouldn't help you get back up\n  You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n  But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  And you said, \"You know what?\"\n  You got that old feeling when you was a winner\n  When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n\n  But you was still by yourself\n  You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  And that's what you did, you came back\n\n  But it was that moment\n  That moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n\n  You came alive\n  That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  And everybody know your name again\n  But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  You're back...\n"},{"id":10173822,"name":"Stressed (Club)","trackName":"Stressed (Club)","artistName":"Conway The Machine, Wallo267","albumName":"240 DJ Loaded - Rapsody Springs Time","duration":319.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh\n\nLife is 'bout trials and tribulations\nAnd overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\nThat I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\nI guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\nI guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\nI tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\nGuess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n(What about all the other times nigga?)\n\nFunny how they can be so forgetful\nOf all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\nI'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\nWhen a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\nYou niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\nNiggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\nHuh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\nBut she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nThe bulls- in life, everybody go through that\nBut it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\nI was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\nFelt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\nDutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\nThis kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\nMy cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\nI wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\nUh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\nPeople stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\nAnd not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\nI never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\nImagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\nAnd he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\nThat's why I drink a bottle daily\nFor all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nTen months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\nKicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\nZipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\nAnd not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\nWhere I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\nThought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\nUh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\nHow many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\nYeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\nDepressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\nThey like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\nThey don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\nBurnin' this kush while I pace\nCryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\nIf you only knew what it took, what it takes\nYou only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nDo you know what it feels like to be alone?\nFor the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\nYou can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\nThey seen you fall\n\nThey watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\nThey wouldn't help you get back up\nYou was all alone, you was in a dark place\nBut one day, that spark kicked in you\nAnd you said, \"You know what?\"\nYou got that old feeling when you was a winner\nWhen you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n\nBut you was still by yourself\nYou was by yourself them nights in the gym\nYou was by yourself them nights in the trap\nAnd you said, \"I'ma come back\"\nAnd that's what you did, you came back\n\nBut it was that moment\nThat moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\nI don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\nI don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n\nYou came alive\nThat was the motivation that pushed you to come back\nAnd now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\nAnd everybody know your name again\nBut you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\nYou're back...","syncedLyrics":"[00:34.82] Uh, uh, uh\n[00:37.45] Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n[00:39.45] And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n[00:42.68] 'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n[00:45.57] That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n[00:49.56] I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n[00:51.87] I guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\n[00:54.96] I tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\n[00:57.92] Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n[01:00.61] (What about all the other times nigga?)\n[01:01.95] Funny how they can be so forgetful\n[01:04.34] Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n[01:06.68] I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n[01:10.05] When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n[01:14.39] You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n[01:17.02] Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n[01:19.98] Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n[01:22.33] But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n[01:24.88] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[01:27.85] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[01:30.73] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[01:33.57] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[01:36.77] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[01:39.95] E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[01:43.07] But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[01:45.17] (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[01:46.26] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[01:48.17] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[01:49.72] The bulls- in life, everybody go through that\n[01:52.69] But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\n[01:55.73] I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n[01:58.85] Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n[02:02.04] Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n[02:04.18] This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n[02:08.14] My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n[02:11.02] I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n[02:14.24] Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\n[02:17.11] People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\n[02:20.48] And not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\n[02:23.47] I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n[02:26.32] Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n[02:29.63] And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n[02:33.92] That's why I drink a bottle daily\n[02:35.61] For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n[02:38.20] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[02:41.11] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[02:43.93] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[02:46.87] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[02:50.15] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[02:53.12] E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[02:56.22] But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[02:58.48] (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[02:59.60] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[03:01.61] (Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[03:04.33] Ten months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\n[03:06.66] Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n[03:10.36] Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n[03:12.99] And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n[03:16.82] Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n[03:19.18] Thought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n[03:22.28] Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\n[03:25.06] How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n[03:28.43] Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\n[03:32.53] Depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n[03:34.84] They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n[03:36.87] They don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n[03:41.25] Burnin' this kush while I pace\n[03:42.99] Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n[03:46.48] If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n[03:49.03] You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n[03:51.66] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[03:54.50] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[03:57.37] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[04:00.08] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[04:03.41] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[04:06.67] E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[04:09.70] But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[04:11.85] (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[04:12.94] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[04:15.06] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[04:18.17] Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n[04:19.87] For the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\n[04:22.54] You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n[04:24.57] 'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\n[04:27.57] They seen you fall\n[04:28.78] They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n[04:31.13] They wouldn't help you get back up\n[04:32.73] You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n[04:35.08] But one day, that spark kicked in you\n[04:36.86] And you said, \"You know what?\"\n[04:37.92] You got that old feeling when you was a winner\n[04:40.17] When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n[04:42.52] But you was still by yourself\n[04:43.96] You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n[04:45.60] You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n[04:47.57] And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n[04:49.13] And that's what you did, you came back\n[04:50.86] But it was that moment\n[04:52.06] That moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n[04:54.61] I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n[04:58.19] I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n[05:01.13] You came alive\n[05:02.33] That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n[05:04.57] And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n[05:06.93] And everybody know your name again\n[05:08.73] But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n[05:11.24] You're back...\n[05:15.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stressed (Club)\n  artist: Conway The Machine, Wallo267\n  album: 240 DJ Loaded - Rapsody Springs Time\n  duration_ms: 319000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, uh, uh\n  start_ms: 34820\n  end_ms: 37450\n- text: Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  start_ms: 37450\n  end_ms: 39450\n- text: And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  start_ms: 39450\n  end_ms: 42680\n- text: '''Cause it''s not only mines, got everybody''s situations'\n  start_ms: 42680\n  end_ms: 45570\n- text: That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n  start_ms: 45570\n  end_ms: 49560\n- text: I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n  start_ms: 49560\n  end_ms: 51870\n- text: I guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\n  start_ms: 51870\n  end_ms: 54960\n- text: I tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\n  start_ms: 54960\n  end_ms: 57920\n- text: Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  start_ms: 57920\n  end_ms: 60610\n- text: (What about all the other times nigga?)\n  start_ms: 60610\n  end_ms: 61950\n- text: Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  start_ms: 61950\n  end_ms: 64340\n- text: Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  start_ms: 64340\n  end_ms: 66680\n- text: I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  start_ms: 66680\n  end_ms: 70050\n- text: When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n  start_ms: 70050\n  end_ms: 74390\n- text: You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n  start_ms: 74390\n  end_ms: 77020\n- text: Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  start_ms: 77020\n  end_ms: 79980\n- text: Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  start_ms: 79980\n  end_ms: 82330\n- text: But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n  start_ms: 82330\n  end_ms: 84880\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 84880\n  end_ms: 87850\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 87850\n  end_ms: 90730\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 90730\n  end_ms: 93570\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 93570\n  end_ms: 96770\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 96770\n  end_ms: 99950\n- text: E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 99950\n  end_ms: 103070\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 103070\n  end_ms: 105170\n- text: (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 105170\n  end_ms: 106260\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 106260\n  end_ms: 108170\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 108170\n  end_ms: 109720\n- text: The bulls- in life, everybody go through that\n  start_ms: 109720\n  end_ms: 112690\n- text: But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\n  start_ms: 112690\n  end_ms: 115730\n- text: I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  start_ms: 115730\n  end_ms: 118850\n- text: Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n  start_ms: 118850\n  end_ms: 122040\n- text: Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  start_ms: 122040\n  end_ms: 124180\n- text: This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  start_ms: 124180\n  end_ms: 128140\n- text: My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  start_ms: 128140\n  end_ms: 131020\n- text: I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n  start_ms: 131020\n  end_ms: 134240\n- text: Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\n  start_ms: 134240\n  end_ms: 137110\n- text: People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\n  start_ms: 137110\n  end_ms: 140480\n- text: And not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\n  start_ms: 140480\n  end_ms: 143470\n- text: I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n  start_ms: 143470\n  end_ms: 146320\n- text: Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  start_ms: 146320\n  end_ms: 149630\n- text: And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  start_ms: 149630\n  end_ms: 153920\n- text: That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  start_ms: 153920\n  end_ms: 155610\n- text: For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n  start_ms: 155610\n  end_ms: 158200\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 158200\n  end_ms: 161110\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 161110\n  end_ms: 163930\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 163930\n  end_ms: 166870\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 166870\n  end_ms: 170150\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 170150\n  end_ms: 173120\n- text: E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 173120\n  end_ms: 176220\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 176220\n  end_ms: 178480\n- text: (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 178480\n  end_ms: 179600\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 179600\n  end_ms: 181610\n- text: (Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 181610\n  end_ms: 184330\n- text: Ten months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\n  start_ms: 184330\n  end_ms: 186660\n- text: Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  start_ms: 186660\n  end_ms: 190360\n- text: Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  start_ms: 190360\n  end_ms: 192990\n- text: And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n  start_ms: 192990\n  end_ms: 196820\n- text: Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  start_ms: 196820\n  end_ms: 199180\n- text: Thought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  start_ms: 199180\n  end_ms: 202280\n- text: Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\n  start_ms: 202280\n  end_ms: 205060\n- text: How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n  start_ms: 205060\n  end_ms: 208430\n- text: Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\n  start_ms: 208430\n  end_ms: 212530\n- text: Depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  start_ms: 212530\n  end_ms: 214840\n- text: They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  start_ms: 214840\n  end_ms: 216870\n- text: They don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n  start_ms: 216870\n  end_ms: 221250\n- text: Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  start_ms: 221250\n  end_ms: 222990\n- text: Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  start_ms: 222990\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 229030\n- text: You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n  start_ms: 229030\n  end_ms: 231660\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 231660\n  end_ms: 234500\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 234500\n  end_ms: 237370\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 237370\n  end_ms: 240080\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 240080\n  end_ms: 243410\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 243410\n  end_ms: 246670\n- text: E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 246670\n  end_ms: 249700\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 249700\n  end_ms: 251850\n- text: (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 251850\n  end_ms: 252940\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 252940\n  end_ms: 255060\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 255060\n  end_ms: 258170\n- text: Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  start_ms: 258170\n  end_ms: 259870\n- text: For the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\n  start_ms: 259870\n  end_ms: 262540\n- text: You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n  start_ms: 262540\n  end_ms: 264570\n- text: '''Cause you think that you''re a loser because everybody else seen you lost'\n  start_ms: 264570\n  end_ms: 267570\n- text: They seen you fall\n  start_ms: 267570\n  end_ms: 268780\n- text: They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  start_ms: 268780\n  end_ms: 271130\n- text: They wouldn't help you get back up\n  start_ms: 271130\n  end_ms: 272730\n- text: You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n  start_ms: 272730\n  end_ms: 275080\n- text: But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  start_ms: 275080\n  end_ms: 276860\n- text: And you said, \"You know what?\"\n  start_ms: 276860\n  end_ms: 277920\n- text: You got that old feeling when you was a winner\n  start_ms: 277920\n  end_ms: 280170\n- text: When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n  start_ms: 280170\n  end_ms: 282520\n- text: But you was still by yourself\n  start_ms: 282520\n  end_ms: 283960\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  start_ms: 283960\n  end_ms: 285600\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  start_ms: 285600\n  end_ms: 287570\n- text: And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  start_ms: 287570\n  end_ms: 289130\n- text: And that's what you did, you came back\n  start_ms: 289130\n  end_ms: 290860\n- text: But it was that moment\n  start_ms: 290860\n  end_ms: 292060\n- text: That moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  start_ms: 292060\n  end_ms: 294610\n- text: I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  start_ms: 294610\n  end_ms: 298190\n- text: I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n  start_ms: 298190\n  end_ms: 301130\n- text: You came alive\n  start_ms: 301130\n  end_ms: 302330\n- text: That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  start_ms: 302330\n  end_ms: 304570\n- text: And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  start_ms: 304570\n  end_ms: 306930\n- text: And everybody know your name again\n  start_ms: 306930\n  end_ms: 308730\n- text: But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  start_ms: 308730\n  end_ms: 311240\n- text: You're back...\n  start_ms: 311240\n  end_ms: 315240\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 315240\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh\n\n  Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n  That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\n  I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n  I guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\n  I tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\n  Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  (What about all the other times nigga?)\n\n  Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\n  You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n  Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  The bulls- in life, everybody go through that\n  But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\n  I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\n  Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\n  Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\n  People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\n  And not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\n  I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\n  Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Ten months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\n  Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\n  Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  Thought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\n  How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\n  Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\n  Depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  They don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\n  Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  For the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\n  You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n  'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\n  They seen you fall\n\n  They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  They wouldn't help you get back up\n  You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n  But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  And you said, \"You know what?\"\n  You got that old feeling when you was a winner\n  When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n\n  But you was still by yourself\n  You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  And that's what you did, you came back\n\n  But it was that moment\n  That moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n\n  You came alive\n  That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  And everybody know your name again\n  But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  You're back...\n"},{"id":35365855,"name":"Stressed (with Wallo267)","trackName":"Stressed (with Wallo267)","artistName":"Conway the Machine, Wallo267","albumName":"God Don't Make Mistakes","duration":322.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh\n\nLife is 'bout trials and tribulations\nAnd overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\nThat I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\nI guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\nI guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\nI tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\nGuess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n(What about all the other times nigga?)\n\nFunny how they can be so forgetful\nOf all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\nI'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\nWhen a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\nYou niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\nNiggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\nHuh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\nBut she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nThe bulls- in life, everybody go through that\nBut it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\nI was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\nFelt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\nDutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\nThis kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\nMy cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\nI wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\nUh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\nPeople stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\nAnd not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\nI never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\nImagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\nAnd he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\nThat's why I drink a bottle daily\nFor all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nTen months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\nKicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\nZipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\nAnd not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\nWhere I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\nThought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\nUh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\nHow many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\nYeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\nDepressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\nThey like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\nThey don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\nBurnin' this kush while I pace\nCryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\nIf you only knew what it took, what it takes\nYou only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nDo you know what it feels like to be alone?\nFor the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\nYou can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\nThey seen you fall\n\nThey watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\nThey wouldn't help you get back up\nYou was all alone, you was in a dark place\nBut one day, that spark kicked in you\nAnd you said, \"You know what?\"\nYou got that old feeling when you was a winner\nWhen you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n\nBut you was still by yourself\nYou was by yourself them nights in the gym\nYou was by yourself them nights in the trap\nAnd you said, \"I'ma come back\"\nAnd that's what you did, you came back\n\nBut it was that moment\nThat moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\nI don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\nI don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n\nYou came alive\nThat was the motivation that pushed you to come back\nAnd now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\nAnd everybody know your name again\nBut you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\nYou're back...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stressed (with Wallo267)\n  artist: Conway the Machine, Wallo267\n  album: God Don't Make Mistakes\n  duration_ms: 322000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh\n\n  Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n  That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\n  I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n  I guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\n  I tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\n  Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  (What about all the other times nigga?)\n\n  Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\n  You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n  Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  The bulls- in life, everybody go through that\n  But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\n  I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\n  Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\n  Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\n  People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\n  And not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\n  I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\n  Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Ten months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\n  Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\n  Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  Thought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\n  How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\n  Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\n  Depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  They don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\n  Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  For the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\n  You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n  'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\n  They seen you fall\n\n  They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  They wouldn't help you get back up\n  You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n  But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  And you said, \"You know what?\"\n  You got that old feeling when you was a winner\n  When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n\n  But you was still by yourself\n  You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  And that's what you did, you came back\n\n  But it was that moment\n  That moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n\n  You came alive\n  That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  And everybody know your name again\n  But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  You're back...\n"},{"id":35365856,"name":"Stressed (with Wallo267)","trackName":"Stressed (with Wallo267)","artistName":"Conway the Machine, Wallo267","albumName":"God Don't Make Mistakes","duration":318.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh\n\nLife is 'bout trials and tribulations\nAnd overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\nThat I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\nI guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\nI guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\nI tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\nGuess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n(What about all the other times nigga?)\n\nFunny how they can be so forgetful\nOf all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\nI'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\nWhen a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\nYou niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\nNiggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\nHuh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\nBut she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nThe bulls- in life, everybody go through that\nBut it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\nI was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\nFelt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\nDutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\nThis kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\nMy cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\nI wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\nUh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\nPeople stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\nAnd not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\nI never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\nImagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\nAnd he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\nThat's why I drink a bottle daily\nFor all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nTen months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\nKicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\nZipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\nAnd not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\nWhere I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\nThought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\nUh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\nHow many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\nYeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\nDepressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\nThey like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\nThey don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\nBurnin' this kush while I pace\nCryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\nIf you only knew what it took, what it takes\nYou only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nDo you know what it feels like to be alone?\nFor the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\nYou can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\nThey seen you fall\n\nThey watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\nThey wouldn't help you get back up\nYou was all alone, you was in a dark place\nBut one day, that spark kicked in you\nAnd you said, \"You know what?\"\nYou got that old feeling when you was a winner\nWhen you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n\nBut you was still by yourself\nYou was by yourself them nights in the gym\nYou was by yourself them nights in the trap\nAnd you said, \"I'ma come back\"\nAnd that's what you did, you came back\n\nBut it was that moment\nThat moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\nI don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\nI don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n\nYou came alive\nThat was the motivation that pushed you to come back\nAnd now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\nAnd everybody know your name again\nBut you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\nYou're back...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stressed (with Wallo267)\n  artist: Conway the Machine, Wallo267\n  album: God Don't Make Mistakes\n  duration_ms: 318000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh\n\n  Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n  That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\n  I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n  I guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\n  I tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\n  Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  (What about all the other times nigga?)\n\n  Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\n  You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n  Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  The bulls- in life, everybody go through that\n  But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\n  I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\n  Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\n  Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\n  People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\n  And not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\n  I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\n  Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Ten months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\n  Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\n  Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  Thought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\n  How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\n  Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\n  Depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  They don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\n  Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  For the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\n  You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n  'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\n  They seen you fall\n\n  They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  They wouldn't help you get back up\n  You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n  But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  And you said, \"You know what?\"\n  You got that old feeling when you was a winner\n  When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n\n  But you was still by yourself\n  You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  And that's what you did, you came back\n\n  But it was that moment\n  That moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n\n  You came alive\n  That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  And everybody know your name again\n  But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  You're back...\n"},{"id":35365859,"name":"Stressed (with Wallo267)","trackName":"Stressed (with Wallo267)","artistName":"Conway the Machine, Wallo267","albumName":"God Don't Make Mistakes","duration":325.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh\n\nLife is 'bout trials and tribulations\nAnd overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\nThat I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\nI guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\nI guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\nI tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\nGuess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n(What about all the other times nigga?)\n\nFunny how they can be so forgetful\nOf all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\nI'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\nWhen a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\nYou niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\nNiggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\nHuh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\nBut she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nThe bulls- in life, everybody go through that\nBut it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\nI was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\nFelt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\nDutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\nThis kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\nMy cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\nI wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\nUh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\nPeople stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\nAnd not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\nI never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\nImagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\nAnd he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\nThat's why I drink a bottle daily\nFor all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nTen months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\nKicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\nZipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\nAnd not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\nWhere I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\nThought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\nUh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\nHow many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\nYeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\nDepressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\nThey like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\nThey don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\nBurnin' this kush while I pace\nCryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\nIf you only knew what it took, what it takes\nYou only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nDo you know what it feels like to be alone?\nFor the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\nYou can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\nThey seen you fall\n\nThey watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\nThey wouldn't help you get back up\nYou was all alone, you was in a dark place\nBut one day, that spark kicked in you\nAnd you said, \"You know what?\"\nYou got that old feeling when you was a winner\nWhen you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n\nBut you was still by yourself\nYou was by yourself them nights in the gym\nYou was by yourself them nights in the trap\nAnd you said, \"I'ma come back\"\nAnd that's what you did, you came back\n\nBut it was that moment\nThat moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\nI don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\nI don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n\nYou came alive\nThat was the motivation that pushed you to come back\nAnd now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\nAnd everybody know your name again\nBut you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\nYou're back...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stressed (with Wallo267)\n  artist: Conway the Machine, Wallo267\n  album: God Don't Make Mistakes\n  duration_ms: 325000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh\n\n  Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n  That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\n  I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n  I guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\n  I tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\n  Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  (What about all the other times nigga?)\n\n  Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\n  You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n  Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  The bulls- in life, everybody go through that\n  But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\n  I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\n  Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\n  Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\n  People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\n  And not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\n  I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\n  Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Ten months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\n  Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\n  Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  Thought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\n  How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\n  Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\n  Depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  They don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\n  Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  For the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\n  You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n  'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\n  They seen you fall\n\n  They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  They wouldn't help you get back up\n  You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n  But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  And you said, \"You know what?\"\n  You got that old feeling when you was a winner\n  When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n\n  But you was still by yourself\n  You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  And that's what you did, you came back\n\n  But it was that moment\n  That moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n\n  You came alive\n  That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  And everybody know your name again\n  But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  You're back...\n"},{"id":2154560,"name":"Stressed (with Wallo267)","trackName":"Stressed (with Wallo267)","artistName":"Conway the Machine feat. Wallo267","albumName":"God Don't Make Mistakes","duration":320.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh\n\nLife is 'bout trials and tribulations\nAnd overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\nThat I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\nI guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\nI guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\nI tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\nGuess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n(What about all the other times nigga?)\n\nFunny how they can be so forgetful\nOf all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\nI'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\nWhen a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\nYou niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\nNiggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\nHuh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\nBut she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nThe bulls- in life, everybody go through that\nBut it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\nI was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\nFelt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\nDutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\nThis kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\nMy cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\nI wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\nUh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\nPeople stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\nAnd not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\nI never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\nImagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\nAnd he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\nThat's why I drink a bottle daily\nFor all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nTen months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\nKicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\nZipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\nAnd not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\nWhere I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\nThought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\nUh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\nHow many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\nYeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\nDepressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\nThey like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\nThey don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\nBurnin' this kush while I pace\nCryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\nIf you only knew what it took, what it takes\nYou only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nDo you know what it feels like to be alone?\nFor the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\nYou can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\nThey seen you fall\n\nThey watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\nThey wouldn't help you get back up\nYou was all alone, you was in a dark place\nBut one day, that spark kicked in you\nAnd you said, \"You know what?\"\nYou got that old feeling when you was a winner\nWhen you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n\nBut you was still by yourself\nYou was by yourself them nights in the gym\nYou was by yourself them nights in the trap\nAnd you said, \"I'ma come back\"\nAnd that's what you did, you came back\n\nBut it was that moment\nThat moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\nI don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\nI don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n\nYou came alive\nThat was the motivation that pushed you to come back\nAnd now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\nAnd everybody know your name again\nBut you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\nYou're back...","syncedLyrics":"[00:34.82] Uh, uh, uh\n[00:37.45] Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n[00:39.45] And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n[00:42.68] 'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n[00:45.57] That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n[00:49.56] I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n[00:51.87] I guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\n[00:54.96] I tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\n[00:57.92] Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n[01:00.61] (What about all the other times nigga?)\n[01:01.95] Funny how they can be so forgetful\n[01:04.34] Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n[01:06.68] I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n[01:10.05] When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n[01:14.39] You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n[01:17.02] Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n[01:19.98] Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n[01:22.33] But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n[01:24.88] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[01:27.85] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[01:30.73] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[01:33.57] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[01:36.77] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[01:39.95] E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[01:43.07] But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[01:45.17] (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[01:46.26] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[01:48.17] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[01:49.72] The bulls- in life, everybody go through that\n[01:52.69] But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\n[01:55.73] I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n[01:58.85] Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n[02:02.04] Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n[02:04.18] This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n[02:08.14] My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n[02:11.02] I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n[02:14.24] Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\n[02:17.11] People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\n[02:20.48] And not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\n[02:23.47] I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n[02:26.32] Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n[02:29.63] And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n[02:33.92] That's why I drink a bottle daily\n[02:35.61] For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n[02:38.20] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[02:41.11] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[02:43.93] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[02:46.87] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[02:50.15] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[02:53.12] E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[02:56.22] But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[02:58.48] (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[02:59.60] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[03:01.61] (Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[03:04.33] Ten months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\n[03:06.66] Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n[03:10.36] Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n[03:12.99] And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n[03:16.82] Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n[03:19.18] Thought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n[03:22.28] Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\n[03:25.06] How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n[03:28.43] Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\n[03:32.53] Depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n[03:34.84] They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n[03:36.87] They don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n[03:41.25] Burnin' this kush while I pace\n[03:42.99] Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n[03:46.48] If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n[03:49.03] You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n[03:51.66] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[03:54.50] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[03:57.37] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[04:00.08] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[04:03.41] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[04:06.67] E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[04:09.70] But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[04:11.85] (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[04:12.94] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[04:15.06] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[04:18.17] Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n[04:19.87] For the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\n[04:22.54] You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n[04:24.57] 'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\n[04:27.57] They seen you fall\n[04:28.78] They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n[04:31.13] They wouldn't help you get back up\n[04:32.73] You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n[04:35.08] But one day, that spark kicked in you\n[04:36.86] And you said, \"You know what?\"\n[04:37.92] You got that old feeling when you was a winner\n[04:40.17] When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n[04:42.52] But you was still by yourself\n[04:43.96] You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n[04:45.60] You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n[04:47.57] And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n[04:49.13] And that's what you did, you came back\n[04:50.86] But it was that moment\n[04:52.06] That moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n[04:54.61] I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n[04:58.19] I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n[05:01.13] You came alive\n[05:02.33] That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n[05:04.57] And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n[05:06.93] And everybody know your name again\n[05:08.73] But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n[05:11.24] You're back...\n[05:15.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stressed (with Wallo267)\n  artist: Conway the Machine feat. 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(Huh)\n  start_ms: 74390\n  end_ms: 77020\n- text: Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  start_ms: 77020\n  end_ms: 79980\n- text: Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  start_ms: 79980\n  end_ms: 82330\n- text: But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n  start_ms: 82330\n  end_ms: 84880\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 84880\n  end_ms: 87850\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 87850\n  end_ms: 90730\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 90730\n  end_ms: 93570\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 93570\n  end_ms: 96770\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 96770\n  end_ms: 99950\n- text: E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 99950\n  end_ms: 103070\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 103070\n  end_ms: 105170\n- text: (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 105170\n  end_ms: 106260\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 106260\n  end_ms: 108170\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 108170\n  end_ms: 109720\n- text: The bulls- in life, everybody go through that\n  start_ms: 109720\n  end_ms: 112690\n- text: But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\n  start_ms: 112690\n  end_ms: 115730\n- text: I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  start_ms: 115730\n  end_ms: 118850\n- text: Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n  start_ms: 118850\n  end_ms: 122040\n- text: Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  start_ms: 122040\n  end_ms: 124180\n- text: This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  start_ms: 124180\n  end_ms: 128140\n- text: My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  start_ms: 128140\n  end_ms: 131020\n- text: I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n  start_ms: 131020\n  end_ms: 134240\n- text: Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\n  start_ms: 134240\n  end_ms: 137110\n- text: People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\n  start_ms: 137110\n  end_ms: 140480\n- text: And not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\n  start_ms: 140480\n  end_ms: 143470\n- text: I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n  start_ms: 143470\n  end_ms: 146320\n- text: Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  start_ms: 146320\n  end_ms: 149630\n- text: And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  start_ms: 149630\n  end_ms: 153920\n- text: That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  start_ms: 153920\n  end_ms: 155610\n- text: For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n  start_ms: 155610\n  end_ms: 158200\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 158200\n  end_ms: 161110\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 161110\n  end_ms: 163930\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 163930\n  end_ms: 166870\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 166870\n  end_ms: 170150\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 170150\n  end_ms: 173120\n- text: E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 173120\n  end_ms: 176220\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 176220\n  end_ms: 178480\n- text: (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 178480\n  end_ms: 179600\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 179600\n  end_ms: 181610\n- text: (Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 181610\n  end_ms: 184330\n- text: Ten months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\n  start_ms: 184330\n  end_ms: 186660\n- text: Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  start_ms: 186660\n  end_ms: 190360\n- text: Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  start_ms: 190360\n  end_ms: 192990\n- text: And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n  start_ms: 192990\n  end_ms: 196820\n- text: Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  start_ms: 196820\n  end_ms: 199180\n- text: Thought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  start_ms: 199180\n  end_ms: 202280\n- text: Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\n  start_ms: 202280\n  end_ms: 205060\n- text: How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n  start_ms: 205060\n  end_ms: 208430\n- text: Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\n  start_ms: 208430\n  end_ms: 212530\n- text: Depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  start_ms: 212530\n  end_ms: 214840\n- text: They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  start_ms: 214840\n  end_ms: 216870\n- text: They don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n  start_ms: 216870\n  end_ms: 221250\n- text: Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  start_ms: 221250\n  end_ms: 222990\n- text: Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  start_ms: 222990\n  end_ms: 226480\n- text: If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  start_ms: 226480\n  end_ms: 229030\n- text: You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n  start_ms: 229030\n  end_ms: 231660\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 231660\n  end_ms: 234500\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 234500\n  end_ms: 237370\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 237370\n  end_ms: 240080\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 240080\n  end_ms: 243410\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 243410\n  end_ms: 246670\n- text: E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 246670\n  end_ms: 249700\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 249700\n  end_ms: 251850\n- text: (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 251850\n  end_ms: 252940\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 252940\n  end_ms: 255060\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 255060\n  end_ms: 258170\n- text: Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  start_ms: 258170\n  end_ms: 259870\n- text: For the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\n  start_ms: 259870\n  end_ms: 262540\n- text: You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n  start_ms: 262540\n  end_ms: 264570\n- text: '''Cause you think that you''re a loser because everybody else seen you lost'\n  start_ms: 264570\n  end_ms: 267570\n- text: They seen you fall\n  start_ms: 267570\n  end_ms: 268780\n- text: They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  start_ms: 268780\n  end_ms: 271130\n- text: They wouldn't help you get back up\n  start_ms: 271130\n  end_ms: 272730\n- text: You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n  start_ms: 272730\n  end_ms: 275080\n- text: But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  start_ms: 275080\n  end_ms: 276860\n- text: And you said, \"You know what?\"\n  start_ms: 276860\n  end_ms: 277920\n- text: You got that old feeling when you was a winner\n  start_ms: 277920\n  end_ms: 280170\n- text: When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n  start_ms: 280170\n  end_ms: 282520\n- text: But you was still by yourself\n  start_ms: 282520\n  end_ms: 283960\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  start_ms: 283960\n  end_ms: 285600\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  start_ms: 285600\n  end_ms: 287570\n- text: And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  start_ms: 287570\n  end_ms: 289130\n- text: And that's what you did, you came back\n  start_ms: 289130\n  end_ms: 290860\n- text: But it was that moment\n  start_ms: 290860\n  end_ms: 292060\n- text: That moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  start_ms: 292060\n  end_ms: 294610\n- text: I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  start_ms: 294610\n  end_ms: 298190\n- text: I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n  start_ms: 298190\n  end_ms: 301130\n- text: You came alive\n  start_ms: 301130\n  end_ms: 302330\n- text: That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  start_ms: 302330\n  end_ms: 304570\n- text: And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  start_ms: 304570\n  end_ms: 306930\n- text: And everybody know your name again\n  start_ms: 306930\n  end_ms: 308730\n- text: But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  start_ms: 308730\n  end_ms: 311240\n- text: You're back...\n  start_ms: 311240\n  end_ms: 315240\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 315240\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh\n\n  Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n  That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\n  I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n  I guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\n  I tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\n  Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  (What about all the other times nigga?)\n\n  Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\n  You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n  Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  The bulls- in life, everybody go through that\n  But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\n  I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\n  Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\n  Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\n  People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\n  And not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\n  I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\n  Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Ten months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\n  Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\n  Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  Thought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\n  How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\n  Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\n  Depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  They don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\n  Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  For the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\n  You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n  'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\n  They seen you fall\n\n  They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  They wouldn't help you get back up\n  You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n  But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  And you said, \"You know what?\"\n  You got that old feeling when you was a winner\n  When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n\n  But you was still by yourself\n  You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  And that's what you did, you came back\n\n  But it was that moment\n  That moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n\n  You came alive\n  That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  And everybody know your name again\n  But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  You're back...\n"},{"id":29655058,"name":"Stressed (Feat. Wallo267) (Prod. By Beat Butcha & Daringer)","trackName":"Stressed (Feat. Wallo267) (Prod. By Beat Butcha & Daringer)","artistName":"Conway The Machine","albumName":"God Don't Make Mistakes","duration":320.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Uh, uh, uh\n\nLife is 'bout trials and tribulations\nAnd overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\nThat I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\nI guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\nI guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\nI tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\nGuess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n(What about all the other times nigga?)\n\nFunny how they can be so forgetful\nOf all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\nI'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\nWhen a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\nYou niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\nNiggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\nHuh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\nBut she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nThe bulls- in life, everybody go through that\nBut it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\nI was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\nFelt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\nDutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\nThis kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\nMy cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\nI wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\nUh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\nPeople stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\nAnd not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\nI never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\nImagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\nAnd he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\nThat's why I drink a bottle daily\nFor all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nTen months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\nKicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\nZipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\nAnd not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\nWhere I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\nThought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\nUh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\nHow many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\nYeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\nDepressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\nThey like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\nThey don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\nBurnin' this kush while I pace\nCryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\nIf you only knew what it took, what it takes\nYou only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\nDo anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\nMost of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\nAnd do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\nI don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\nE'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\nBut do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\nDo anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\nDo you know what it feels like to be alone?\nFor the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\nYou can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\nThey seen you fall\n\nThey watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\nThey wouldn't help you get back up\nYou was all alone, you was in a dark place\nBut one day, that spark kicked in you\nAnd you said, \"You know what?\"\nYou got that old feeling when you was a winner\nWhen you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n\nBut you was still by yourself\nYou was by yourself them nights in the gym\nYou was by yourself them nights in the trap\nAnd you said, \"I'ma come back\"\nAnd that's what you did, you came back\n\nBut it was that moment\nThat moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\nI don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\nI don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n\nYou came alive\nThat was the motivation that pushed you to come back\nAnd now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\nAnd everybody know your name again\nBut you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\nYou're back...","syncedLyrics":"[00:34.83] Uh, uh, uh\n[00:37.40] Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n[00:39.42] And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n[00:42.63] 'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n[00:45.58] That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n[00:49.57] I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n[00:51.85] I guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\n[00:54.99] I tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\n[00:57.93] Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n[01:00.67] (What about all the other times nigga?)\n[01:01.96] Funny how they can be so forgetful\n[01:04.35] Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n[01:06.63] I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n[01:10.05] When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n[01:14.34] You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n[01:17.00] Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n[01:19.96] Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n[01:22.37] But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n[01:24.81] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[01:27.88] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[01:30.75] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[01:33.51] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[01:36.73] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[01:39.91] E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[01:43.08] But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[01:45.20] (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[01:46.30] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[01:48.20] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[01:49.72] The bulls- in life, everybody go through that\n[01:52.63] But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\n[01:55.78] I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n[01:58.85] Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n[02:02.04] Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n[02:04.10] This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n[02:08.20] My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n[02:11.02] I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n[02:14.28] Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\n[02:17.16] People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\n[02:20.42] And not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\n[02:23.41] I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n[02:26.32] Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n[02:29.69] And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n[02:33.97] That's why I drink a bottle daily\n[02:35.65] For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n[02:38.15] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[02:41.11] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[02:43.95] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[02:46.80] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[02:50.18] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[02:53.16] E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[02:56.28] But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[02:58.44] (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[02:59.59] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[03:01.63] (Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[03:04.35] Ten months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\n[03:06.66] Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n[03:10.31] Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n[03:12.95] And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n[03:16.85] Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n[03:19.13] Thought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n[03:22.28] Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\n[03:25.04] How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n[03:28.49] Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\n[03:32.52] Depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n[03:34.84] They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n[03:36.88] They don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n[03:41.25] Burnin' this kush while I pace\n[03:42.93] Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n[03:46.43] If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n[03:49.08] You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n[03:51.65] Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n[03:54.55] Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n[03:57.37] And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n[04:00.02] I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n[04:03.41] But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n[04:06.61] E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n[04:09.74] But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[04:11.86] (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n[04:12.92] Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n[04:15.03] (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n[04:18.13] Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n[04:19.81] For the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\n[04:22.57] You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n[04:24.52] 'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\n[04:27.53] They seen you fall\n[04:28.73] They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n[04:31.18] They wouldn't help you get back up\n[04:32.75] You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n[04:35.09] But one day, that spark kicked in you\n[04:36.84] And you said, \"You know what?\"\n[04:37.99] You got that old feeling when you was a winner\n[04:40.17] When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n[04:42.58] But you was still by yourself\n[04:43.98] You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n[04:45.60] You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n[04:47.53] And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n[04:49.17] And that's what you did, you came back\n[04:50.86] But it was that moment\n[04:52.06] That moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n[04:54.61] I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n[04:58.14] I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n[05:01.12] You came alive\n[05:02.38] That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n[05:04.51] And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n[05:06.96] And everybody know your name again\n[05:08.78] But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n[05:11.23] You're back...\n[05:15.30] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Stressed (Feat. 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By Beat Butcha & Daringer)\n  artist: Conway The Machine\n  album: God Don't Make Mistakes\n  duration_ms: 320000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Uh, uh, uh\n  start_ms: 34830\n  end_ms: 37400\n- text: Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  start_ms: 37400\n  end_ms: 39420\n- text: And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  start_ms: 39420\n  end_ms: 42630\n- text: '''Cause it''s not only mines, got everybody''s situations'\n  start_ms: 42630\n  end_ms: 45580\n- text: That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n  start_ms: 45580\n  end_ms: 49570\n- text: I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n  start_ms: 49570\n  end_ms: 51850\n- text: I guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\n  start_ms: 51850\n  end_ms: 54990\n- text: I tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\n  start_ms: 54990\n  end_ms: 57930\n- text: Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  start_ms: 57930\n  end_ms: 60670\n- text: (What about all the other times nigga?)\n  start_ms: 60670\n  end_ms: 61960\n- text: Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  start_ms: 61960\n  end_ms: 64350\n- text: Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  start_ms: 64350\n  end_ms: 66630\n- text: I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  start_ms: 66630\n  end_ms: 70050\n- text: When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n  start_ms: 70050\n  end_ms: 74340\n- text: You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n  start_ms: 74340\n  end_ms: 77000\n- text: Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  start_ms: 77000\n  end_ms: 79960\n- text: Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  start_ms: 79960\n  end_ms: 82370\n- text: But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n  start_ms: 82370\n  end_ms: 84810\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 84810\n  end_ms: 87880\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 87880\n  end_ms: 90750\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 90750\n  end_ms: 93510\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 93510\n  end_ms: 96730\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 96730\n  end_ms: 99910\n- text: E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 99910\n  end_ms: 103080\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 103080\n  end_ms: 105200\n- text: (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 105200\n  end_ms: 106300\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 106300\n  end_ms: 108200\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 108200\n  end_ms: 109720\n- text: The bulls- in life, everybody go through that\n  start_ms: 109720\n  end_ms: 112630\n- text: But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\n  start_ms: 112630\n  end_ms: 115780\n- text: I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  start_ms: 115780\n  end_ms: 118850\n- text: Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n  start_ms: 118850\n  end_ms: 122040\n- text: Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  start_ms: 122040\n  end_ms: 124100\n- text: This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  start_ms: 124100\n  end_ms: 128200\n- text: My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  start_ms: 128200\n  end_ms: 131020\n- text: I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n  start_ms: 131020\n  end_ms: 134280\n- text: Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\n  start_ms: 134280\n  end_ms: 137160\n- text: People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\n  start_ms: 137160\n  end_ms: 140420\n- text: And not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\n  start_ms: 140420\n  end_ms: 143410\n- text: I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n  start_ms: 143410\n  end_ms: 146320\n- text: Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  start_ms: 146320\n  end_ms: 149690\n- text: And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  start_ms: 149690\n  end_ms: 153970\n- text: That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  start_ms: 153970\n  end_ms: 155650\n- text: For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n  start_ms: 155650\n  end_ms: 158150\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 158150\n  end_ms: 161110\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 161110\n  end_ms: 163950\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 163950\n  end_ms: 166800\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 166800\n  end_ms: 170180\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 170180\n  end_ms: 173160\n- text: E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 173160\n  end_ms: 176280\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 176280\n  end_ms: 178440\n- text: (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 178440\n  end_ms: 179590\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 179590\n  end_ms: 181630\n- text: (Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 181630\n  end_ms: 184350\n- text: Ten months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\n  start_ms: 184350\n  end_ms: 186660\n- text: Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  start_ms: 186660\n  end_ms: 190310\n- text: Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  start_ms: 190310\n  end_ms: 192950\n- text: And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n  start_ms: 192950\n  end_ms: 196850\n- text: Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  start_ms: 196850\n  end_ms: 199130\n- text: Thought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  start_ms: 199130\n  end_ms: 202280\n- text: Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\n  start_ms: 202280\n  end_ms: 205040\n- text: How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n  start_ms: 205040\n  end_ms: 208490\n- text: Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\n  start_ms: 208490\n  end_ms: 212520\n- text: Depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  start_ms: 212520\n  end_ms: 214840\n- text: They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  start_ms: 214840\n  end_ms: 216880\n- text: They don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n  start_ms: 216880\n  end_ms: 221250\n- text: Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  start_ms: 221250\n  end_ms: 222930\n- text: Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  start_ms: 222930\n  end_ms: 226430\n- text: If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  start_ms: 226430\n  end_ms: 229080\n- text: You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n  start_ms: 229080\n  end_ms: 231650\n- text: Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  start_ms: 231650\n  end_ms: 234550\n- text: Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  start_ms: 234550\n  end_ms: 237370\n- text: And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  start_ms: 237370\n  end_ms: 240020\n- text: I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n  start_ms: 240020\n  end_ms: 243410\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  start_ms: 243410\n  end_ms: 246610\n- text: E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  start_ms: 246610\n  end_ms: 249740\n- text: But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 249740\n  end_ms: 251860\n- text: (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  start_ms: 251860\n  end_ms: 252920\n- text: Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  start_ms: 252920\n  end_ms: 255030\n- text: (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n  start_ms: 255030\n  end_ms: 258130\n- text: Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  start_ms: 258130\n  end_ms: 259810\n- text: For the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\n  start_ms: 259810\n  end_ms: 262570\n- text: You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n  start_ms: 262570\n  end_ms: 264520\n- text: '''Cause you think that you''re a loser because everybody else seen you lost'\n  start_ms: 264520\n  end_ms: 267530\n- text: They seen you fall\n  start_ms: 267530\n  end_ms: 268730\n- text: They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  start_ms: 268730\n  end_ms: 271180\n- text: They wouldn't help you get back up\n  start_ms: 271180\n  end_ms: 272750\n- text: You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n  start_ms: 272750\n  end_ms: 275090\n- text: But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  start_ms: 275090\n  end_ms: 276840\n- text: And you said, \"You know what?\"\n  start_ms: 276840\n  end_ms: 277990\n- text: You got that old feeling when you was a winner\n  start_ms: 277990\n  end_ms: 280170\n- text: When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n  start_ms: 280170\n  end_ms: 282580\n- text: But you was still by yourself\n  start_ms: 282580\n  end_ms: 283980\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  start_ms: 283980\n  end_ms: 285600\n- text: You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  start_ms: 285600\n  end_ms: 287530\n- text: And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  start_ms: 287530\n  end_ms: 289170\n- text: And that's what you did, you came back\n  start_ms: 289170\n  end_ms: 290860\n- text: But it was that moment\n  start_ms: 290860\n  end_ms: 292060\n- text: That moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  start_ms: 292060\n  end_ms: 294610\n- text: I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  start_ms: 294610\n  end_ms: 298140\n- text: I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n  start_ms: 298140\n  end_ms: 301120\n- text: You came alive\n  start_ms: 301120\n  end_ms: 302380\n- text: That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  start_ms: 302380\n  end_ms: 304510\n- text: And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  start_ms: 304510\n  end_ms: 306960\n- text: And everybody know your name again\n  start_ms: 306960\n  end_ms: 308780\n- text: But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  start_ms: 308780\n  end_ms: 311230\n- text: You're back...\n  start_ms: 311230\n  end_ms: 315300\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 315300\nplain: |-\n  Uh, uh, uh\n\n  Life is 'bout trials and tribulations\n  And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'\n  'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations\n  That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)\n\n  I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)\n  I guess nigga think ten million, what Shady paid him\n  I tell 'em, \"No\", they talk down on me and try to play it\n  Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em\n  (What about all the other times nigga?)\n\n  Funny how they can be so forgetful\n  Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)\n  I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to\n  When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)\n\n  You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)\n  Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (no cap)\n  Huh, my girl said, \"Don't let it stress you\"\n  But she don't even know that I'm depressed too\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  The bulls- in life, everybody go through that\n  But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh, huh)\n  I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that\n  Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap\n\n  Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')\n  This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)\n  My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that\n  I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga \"Don't do that\" (Fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)\n\n  Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh, huh)\n  People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress)\n  And not too long' after my cousin hung his self (hah)\n  I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)\n\n  Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)\n  And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)\n  That's why I drink a bottle daily\n  For all the shit I keep bottled in lately\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all nigas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Ten months old, I was abused (uh, huh)\n  Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)\n  Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)\n  And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')\n\n  Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)\n  Thought I was helpin' with the pain but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)\n  Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh, huh)\n  How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)\n\n  Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed, I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed\n  Depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit\n  They like, \"Why you stressed, boy? You blessed\"\n  They don't know about the nights when I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)\n\n  Burnin' this kush while I pace\n  Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)\n  If you only knew what it took, what it takes\n  You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)\n\n  Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)\n  Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time\n  And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)\n  I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind\n\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)\n  E'rybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit\n  But do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)\n  Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?\n  (Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)\n\n  Do you know what it feels like to be alone?\n  For the world to count you out? So you start countin' yourself out?\n  You can't even look at yourself in the mirror\n  'Cause you think that you're a loser because everybody else seen you lost\n  They seen you fall\n\n  They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you\n  They wouldn't help you get back up\n  You was all alone, you was in a dark place\n  But one day, that spark kicked in you\n  And you said, \"You know what?\"\n  You got that old feeling when you was a winner\n  When you was winnin', when everybody said they loved you\n\n  But you was still by yourself\n  You was by yourself them nights in the gym\n  You was by yourself them nights in the trap\n  And you said, \"I'ma come back\"\n  And that's what you did, you came back\n\n  But it was that moment\n  That moment when the world said, \"I don't wanna be around you\n  I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner\n  I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again\"\n\n  You came alive\n  That was the motivation that pushed you to come back\n  And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred\n  And everybody know your name again\n  But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad\n  You're back...\n"}]