queen, you keep chasin materialistic bitches, yo Wreckin this it's your complex They got you feelin mad depressed You can't rest, from the stress Wondering
need a) A dude that respect his moms Ain't afraid of the marriage or pushin' our baby carriage, whoa I come home and he runnin' my bath Late night's stressed
But no one's perfect, so where's my chance to make adjustments? It's worth it...if our romance had substance. Because with purity we conceived marriage
steppin to these, weaponry like Vietnamese Sweatin the gees, get wet in the knees Left in the trees east and the west, we rep a breeze Till the death we keep it stress
she was on to me I tried to explain how I ain't have a dollar to my name Pursuing this rap shit chasing fame Young dude stressed in the hood Like Jesus
been here longer He leave his crib he guaranteed the pigs approach ya Where ya going where ya from any weapons on ya? Your family is stressed out your
Hop That Put Three Law Souls On A Map, From Showen Us The Country, To Putten Clothes On Our Back, And From Finding Myself, In My Mic's Reflection, To This Musical Marriage
you get embarrased And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents You fuckin do-gooders - too bad you couldn't do good at marriage! (Ha ha
bitch, I need love I need a ride or die bitch? None of the above I need a terrorist chick taking care of this dick Ain't nothing superficial like marriage
your soul Wrap up if you feel the cold That's real [Hook: Beanie Sigel] My' spit from my block men Everyday ya upstate gettin' boxed in Stick a (marriage
battin' me and oh don'tya like the way I roll, and play wit' my pussy tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy Is it marriage baby
me What if I said I was molested Would you look at me peel, But I keep on bailin And I hope I don't go to hell, stressed I will Can I sell my bio? I was
wanna fight but I don't wanna fight, i've seen you fight go ahead get wild, and I'll still smile for bein' right see me and mics are like marriage --
still a love song Shes got a good man Shes 19, he's 21 and sweet and honest Promised to love her Talk of marriage She would never wanna be somebody'
lost a husband and she was stressing Mentally second guessing in answering God's blessings In her eyes for that man the sun would set and rise Two years into the marriage
home With the less fortunate, take away some of the stress from a child Who has never known love and happiness Miscarriages remind me of baby carriages Broken hearts bring failed marriages
I can't make you love me any more or any less And I can't make you relate to the problems I manifest I can't make you understand the reasons for my stress