作词 : Blake Turnell/Roman Reschke
 作曲 : Blake Turnell/Roman Reschke
All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone
But pretty women wanna f**k me with the lights on
Yeah so I told her Bring the d**gs until the high's gone
And cut the lights off baby cut the lights off yeah
All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone
But pretty women wanna f**k me with the lights on
Yeah so I told her Bring the d**gs until the high's gone
And cut the lights off baby cut the lights off yeah
I don't give a f**k about the G s**t
Only give a f**k about a remix
Light a fire to your crib and burn your house down
I'm savin' the Ashes like I was Steve Smith
I got the w**d lit you know how the cash feel
We puffin' on medicinal vac seals
And Young T just came here to puff w**d
We bust beats my brother let the lyrical axe wield
Look b***h I'm movin' the chron grams at
All the women with me got Louis Vuitton handbags
Rap samples pray like a mac handle
This prodigy been poppin' the bottle you better stand back
So where the grams at
I get a second to none my head's buzzed from adrenaline rush
'Cause I been whisperin' the ghost like I'm Jennifer Love
The 420Fam's gettin' it done we straight kill s**t
Headshot brother I'm looking red hot
Currency was lookin' the same colour as Mentos
Scorin' stayin' a free man like Morgan
Ballin' dollars and pounds on a Rolex watch
Guess what You couldn't tell that
MDMA I been poppin' it in a gel cap
Brudda I'm the boy bringin' hell back
On point with the pen so you felt that
All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone
But pretty women wanna f**k me with the lights on
Yeah so I told her Bring the d**gs until the high's gone
And cut the lights off baby cut the lights off yeah
All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone
But pretty women wanna f**k me with the lights on
Yeah so I told her Bring the d**gs until the high's gone
And cut the lights off baby cut the lights off yeah
Hustle on the grind
I was at the Rydges at Cronulla with his wife
So much c*****e here flowin' through her vein
'Cause I'm lookin' at her pupils and they've doubled in the size
Brother I was flyin' now I got a duffel on the side
Brother now I suffer in the mind
Way that I've been livin' got me sinnin' a million miles a minute
I can't even look my mother in the eyes
Nah that ain't a lie tell 'em all I don't wanna die
Brother got the money on the mind
Brudda got the hunnids while the hunnids
I swear that we keep it a hunnid in the club
Yellin' Cuzzy it's a vibe buzzin' off a line
Battle with the fears
I was up and down had to battle with the tears
Never did I quit a lot can happen in a year
F**k now I happen to be here
Homie I put on homie I be LeBron
Winnin' all the games for the Cleveland Cavaliers
Homie got a bong quey and the chron
Did 100K with the patty in the rear
Because homie I'm a stoner
Pullin' over nah smack it into gear crack another beer
Have another Vallie over here
Crackin' open Xannies over here with your b***h like
All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone
But pretty women wanna f**k me with the lights on
Yeah so I told her Bring the d**gs until the high's gone
And cut the lights off baby cut the lights off yeah
All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone
But pretty women wanna f**k me with the lights on
Yeah so I told her Bring the d**gs until the high's gone
And cut the lights off baby cut the lights off yeah
The reason that the girls liked me was
And I played and I sing and they said Hey man
You you got you got soul in that music
I said Yeah I I play a little bit you know I like
Then he said Man you're really somebody
I said Oh I am
Oh I just got out of jail I don't know what somebody is