Gavin Parished - The Prelude (prod. Lil Terrestrial)

I been stressed out, so much shit going on

I can't deliver it all within the song

Stressed out, now the hairs I pull start to grey

Fucked up again, but tomorrow's another day

I been stressed out, so much shit going on

I can't deliver it all within the song

Stressed out, now the hairs I pull start to grey

Fucked up again, but tomorrow's another day

Lately I been crying out loud like a baby

Maybe I wasn't meant for all the stress

Don't hate me but you cant make me do less

However should I rest if I ain't the best of the best?

Scream this from my chest, cause every word I meant

Best to do this press since the old K-West

2025 my year, for me it's meant

Standing up with Dot but at work I'm just Kent

So much to do but always so little time

Laying in bed with you but in silence I cry

It ain't your fault, no I'm not trying to blame you

But honestly, its the only way that I'm able

Song book so thick y'all thought I wrote of Odysseus

In reality its just the stone to my Sisyphus

I cant even tell what the moral of my story is

I just know these bars always make sense of my consciousness

But honestly maybe shit ain't so bad

Writing this with the best lover that I've had

Some things are looking up, maybe getting stable

But to hold these burdens, I don't know if I'm still able

Minutes feel like days, hours like they weeks

No matter the play, I fear that I've peaked

I've just been stressed man, I'm really sorry

Thoughts in the clouds as the nights get starry

My lovers been sick, but I cant find the cure

Unbelievable with a heart so pure

The night sky delivers fear, so I've learned to sleep

I heard all her cries, it forced me to take leaps

My lover is my heart, for her I'd do it all

God itself is the first one that I'd call

Heal this poor soul, she doesn't deserve the pain

If it were my choice I'd take all the stress away

I been stressed out, so much shit going on

I can't deliver it all within the song

Stressed out, now the hairs I pull start to grey

Fucked up again, but tomorrow's another day

I been stressed out, so much shit going on

I can't deliver it all within the song

Stressed out, now the hairs I pull start to grey

Fucked up again, but tomorrow's another day

Skin tight boots, don't know where I'm walking

Laying on the grass, looking right up at the sky

Should I text him? Should I call him?

Should I let him go? I don't know

I don't know what I saw in him

I'm a red flag but he likes me

We both toxic now we complete

He's an asshole, he got tattoos

He's a bitch but he fucks good

Maybe I should just walk away again

And find my own peace

Cause I don't need him

I don't need men, but I love them, yeah

I been stressed out, so much shit going on

I can't deliver it all within the song

Stressed out, now the hairs I pull start to grey

Fucked up again, but tomorrow's another day

I been stressed out, so much shit going on

I can't deliver it all within the song

Stressed out, now the hairs I pull start to grey

Fucked up again, but tomorrow's another day