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S.T.R.E.S.S. by Drake
Lyrics & Translation
English
Yeah, Ren, M.O.F., ha ha
It's Drake man, it's Drake man. Yeah
Ayo Ren this that gritty shit here man
I'ma have to tell them about I been through on this know what I mean
Ho! Southern Smoke!
Very few give you that truth, it's either they can't do it with lyrics
Or can't do it in spirit, they cancel what they doin'
The samples that they usin', can't get through the clearin'
I'll handle it since they just can't get you to hear it
My father's early careerin' forced my parents to split up
My mother was a teacher, my father was kind of fed up
With just being a florist, so the choir sang his chorus
And he got back into doin' what he was doing before us
Because money is an issue, your son, he gon' miss you
And plus you got a wife at home cause mommy still exist too
Now you lookin' for exes, you ain't never expect this
You end up doing time, and me, I end up with a step-sis
Nobody passing judgment, they question where the drugs went
You know I hold you down because without you, I'd be a wasn't
And mommy I'mma support her, I keep it all in order
See her with tears in her eyes or you arrested at the border
But
I got stress on my shoulders
Trying to keep my heart pure but this world is makin' it colder
Young black man dodge your bullets trying to get older
And you wonder why we turn to drugs and chain smokers
It's stress my nigga!
I'm just tryna live my life 'cause
Make a little money, find a bunny
To make my wife 'cause bo, bo, bo, bo!
I'm just trying to live my life 'cause
Make a little money, find a bunny
To make my wife 'cause bo, bo, bo, bo!
This is my life, and so the rest has kinda been cool
Question what I been through
I write a verse addressin' it
And yes I might offend you
Picture when I was in school
Me being the closest thing to black
And guess what rap music what I was into
Rest of the kids were sheltered
I never liked to fight
But when someone called me a "nigga"
I'd punch em I couldn't help it
Now I'm grown I can say what it is
It's parents that got these Black and Filipino nannies raisin' they kids
And your daddy want it very right
I make you happy, plus I'm Jewish, he don't approve
I think he want you to marry white
He want Sinatra at the wedding, not Barry White
Cause black is black honey, even if he's very light
And so I never been for dinner at they places
Always brutally honest, and so I pin it to they faces
I live it so the case is, whether Drake is
Way ahead of his time, or inquisitive and racist
I got stress on my shoulders
Trying to keep my heart pure but this world is makin' it colder
Young black man dodge your bullets trying to get older
And you wonder why we turn to drugs and chain smokers
It's stress my nigga!
I'm just tryna live my life 'cause
Make a little money, find a bunny
To make my wife 'cause bo, bo, bo, bo!
I'm just trying to live my life 'cause
Make a little money, find a bunny
To make my wife 'cause bo, bo, bo, bo!
Am I hot as the rest? Should I strive for my spot as the best?
Like girls with Double Ds, I got a lot on my chest
There's questions that need to be answered that's not on the test
Instead of starin' at quizzes now it's models with breasts
And yes, when I'm dismissed after a tedious listen
I sit at home and say I should of been a pediatrician
Homie, I probably could've been on TV consistent
An artist like Pablo, maybe Petey's assistant
And my mindset is come and get me
I'm all alone at home with my mom and grandma and ain't nobody runnin' with me
So, if you got the heart to come in here and kill a lady
Daughter, and her grandson, nigga get the handgun
If not, you gon' make me call the burbs out in Richmond
That have you niggas laying out on the curb, they some hitmen
Last couple of months I done probably been around the world and back
And I don't wanna question half the places Nick been
I got stress on my shoulders
Trying to keep my heart pure but this world is makin' it colder
Young black man dodge your bullets trying to get older
And you wonder why we turn to drugs and chain smokers
It's stress my nigga!
I'm just tryna live my life 'cause
Make a little money, find a bunny
To make my wife 'cause bo, bo, bo, bo!
I'm just trying to live my life 'cause
Make a little money, find a bunny
To make my wife 'cause bo, bo, bo, bo!
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of S.T.R.E.S.S. by Drake
S.T.R.E.S.S.* (original Drake)
Yeah, Ren, M.O.F., ha ha
It's Drake man, it's Drake man. Yeah
Ayo Ren this that gritty shit here man
I'ma have to tell them about I been through on this know what I mean
Ho! Southern Smoke!
Very few give you that truth, it's either they can't do it with lyrics
Or can't do it in spirit, they cancel what they doin'
The samples that they usin', can't get through the clearin'
I'll handle it since they just can't get you to hear it
My father's early careerin' forced my parents to split up
My mother was a teacher, my father was kind of fed up
With just being a florist, so the choir sang his chorus
And he got back into doin' what he was doing before us
Because money is an issue, your son, he gon' miss you
And plus you got a wife at home cause mommy still exist too
Now you lookin' for exes, you ain't never expect this
You end up doing time, and me, I end up with a step-sis
Nobody passing judgment, they question where the drugs went
You know I hold you down because without you, I'd be a wasn't
And mommy I'mma support her, I keep it all in order
See her with tears in her eyes or you arrested at the border
But
I got stress on my shoulders
Trying to keep my heart pure but this world is makin' it colder
Young black man dodge your bullets trying to get older
And you wonder why we turn to drugs and chain smokers
It's stress my nigga!
I'm just tryna live my life 'cause
Make a little money, find a bunny
To make my wife 'cause bo, bo, bo, bo!
I'm just trying to live my life 'cause
Make a little money, find a bunny
To make my wife 'cause bo, bo, bo, bo!
This is my life, and so the rest has kinda been cool
Question what I been through
I write a verse addressin' it
And yes I might offend you
Picture when I was in school
Me being the closest thing to black
And guess what rap music what I was into
Rest of the kids were sheltered
I never liked to fight
But when someone called me a "nigga"
I'd punch em I couldn't help it
Now I'm grown I can say what it is
It's parents that got these Black and Filipino nannies raisin' they kids
And your daddy want it very right
I make you happy, plus I'm Jewish, he don't approve
I think he want you to marry white
He want Sinatra at the wedding, not Barry White
Cause black is black honey, even if he's very light
And so I never been for dinner at they places
Always brutally honest, and so I pin it to they faces
I live it so the case is, whether Drake is
Way ahead of his time, or inquisitive and racist
I got stress on my shoulders
Trying to keep my heart pure but this world is makin' it colder
Young black man dodge your bullets trying to get older
And you wonder why we turn to drugs and chain smokers
It's stress my nigga!
I'm just tryna live my life 'cause
Make a little money, find a bunny
To make my wife 'cause bo, bo, bo, bo!
I'm just trying to live my life 'cause
Make a little money, find a bunny
To make my wife 'cause bo, bo, bo, bo!
Am I hot as the rest? Should I strive for my spot as the best?
Like girls with Double Ds, I got a lot on my chest
There's questions that need to be answered that's not on the test
Instead of starin' at quizzes now it's models with breasts
And yes, when I'm dismissed after a tedious listen
I sit at home and say I should of been a pediatrician
Homie, I probably could've been on TV consistent
An artist like Pablo, maybe Petey's assistant
And my mindset is come and get me
I'm all alone at home with my mom and grandma and ain't nobody runnin' with me
So, if you got the heart to come in here and kill a lady
Daughter, and her grandson, nigga get the handgun
If not, you gon' make me call the burbs out in Richmond
That have you niggas laying out on the curb, they some hitmen
Last couple of months I done probably been around the world and back
And I don't wanna question half the places Nick been
I got stress on my shoulders
Trying to keep my heart pure but this world is makin' it colder
Young black man dodge your bullets trying to get older
And you wonder why we turn to drugs and chain smokers
It's stress my nigga!
I'm just tryna live my life 'cause
Make a little money, find a bunny
To make my wife 'cause bo, bo, bo, bo!
I'm just trying to live my life 'cause
Make a little money, find a bunny
To make my wife 'cause bo, bo, bo, bo!
S.T.R.E.S.S. (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Sí, Ren, M.O.F., ja ja
Es Drake, hombre, es Drake, hombre. Sí
Ayo Ren, esta es esa mierda cruda aquí, hombre
Tendré que contarles por lo que he pasado en esto, ¿sabes a lo que me refiero?
¡Ho! ¡Humo del Sur!
Muy pocos te dan esa verdad, o no pueden hacerlo con letras
O no pueden hacerlo en espíritu, cancelan lo que están haciendo
Los samples que están usando, no pueden pasar la autorización
Yo me encargaré ya que simplemente no pueden hacer que lo escuches
La temprana carrera de mi padre obligó a mis padres a separarse
Mi madre era maestra, mi padre estaba un poco harto
Con solo ser florista, así que el coro cantó su coro
Y volvió a hacer lo que estaba haciendo antes que nosotros
Porque el dinero es un problema, tu hijo, te va a extrañar
Y además tienes una esposa en casa porque mami todavía existe también
Ahora estás buscando exes, nunca esperabas esto
Terminas cumpliendo condena, y yo, termino con una hermanastra
Nadie está juzgando, cuestionan a dónde fueron las drogas
Sabes que te apoyo porque sin ti, yo sería un don nadie
Y mami, la voy a apoyar, lo mantengo todo en orden
Verla con lágrimas en los ojos o que te arresten en la frontera
Pero
Tengo estrés en mis hombros
Tratando de mantener mi corazón puro pero este mundo lo está volviendo más frío
Joven negro esquiva tus balas tratando de envejecer
Y te preguntas por qué recurrimos a las drogas y a los fumadores empedernidos
¡Es estrés, mi negro!
Solo estoy tratando de vivir mi vida porque
Gana un poco de dinero, encuentra una conejita
Para hacer mi esposa porque bo, bo, bo, bo!
Solo estoy tratando de vivir mi vida porque
Gana un poco de dinero, encuentra una conejita
Para hacer mi esposa porque bo, bo, bo, bo!
Esta es mi vida, y así que el resto ha sido un poco genial
Cuestiona por lo que he pasado
Escribo un verso abordándolo
Y sí, podría ofenderte
Imagínate cuando estaba en la escuela
Yo siendo lo más cercano a negro
Y adivina qué, la música rap era lo que me gustaba
El resto de los niños estaban protegidos
Nunca me gustó pelear
Pero cuando alguien me llamaba "negro"
Los golpeaba, no podía evitarlo
Ahora que soy mayor puedo decir lo que es
Son padres que tienen niñeras negras y filipinas criando a sus hijos
Y tu papá lo quiere muy bien
Te hago feliz, además soy judío, él no lo aprueba
Creo que quiere que te cases con un blanco
Quiere a Sinatra en la boda, no a Barry White
Porque negro es negro, cariño, incluso si es muy claro
Y así que nunca he ido a cenar a sus casas
Siempre brutalmente honesto, y así que lo clavo en sus caras
Lo vivo así que el caso es, si Drake es
Muy adelantado a su tiempo, o inquisitivo y racista
Tengo estrés en mis hombros
Tratando de mantener mi corazón puro pero este mundo lo está volviendo más frío
Joven negro esquiva tus balas tratando de envejecer
Y te preguntas por qué recurrimos a las drogas y a los fumadores empedernidos
¡Es estrés, mi negro!
Solo estoy tratando de vivir mi vida porque
Gana un poco de dinero, encuentra una conejita
Para hacer mi esposa porque bo, bo, bo, bo!
Solo estoy tratando de vivir mi vida porque
Gana un poco de dinero, encuentra una conejita
Para hacer mi esposa porque bo, bo, bo, bo!
¿Soy tan bueno como el resto? ¿Debería luchar por mi lugar como el mejor?
Como las chicas con Doble D, tengo mucho en mi pecho
Hay preguntas que necesitan ser respondidas que no están en la prueba
En lugar de mirar los exámenes ahora son modelos con pechos
Y sí, cuando soy despedido después de una escucha tediosa
Me siento en casa y digo que debería haber sido pediatra
Amigo, probablemente podría haber estado en la televisión consistentemente
Un artista como Pablo, tal vez el asistente de Petey
Y mi mentalidad es ven y atrápame
Estoy solo en casa con mi mamá y mi abuela y nadie corre conmigo
Así que, si tienes el corazón para entrar aquí y matar a una dama
Hija, y a su nieto, negro, consigue la pistola
Si no, vas a hacerme llamar a los suburbios en Richmond
Que tienen a esos negros tirados en la acera, son unos sicarios
En los últimos meses probablemente he estado alrededor del mundo y de regreso
Y no quiero cuestionar la mitad de los lugares en los que ha estado Nick
Tengo estrés en mis hombros
Tratando de mantener mi corazón puro pero este mundo lo está volviendo más frío
Joven negro esquiva tus balas tratando de envejecer
Y te preguntas por qué recurrimos a las drogas y a los fumadores empedernidos
¡Es estrés, mi negro!
Solo estoy tratando de vivir mi vida porque
Gana un poco de dinero, encuentra una conejita
Para hacer mi esposa porque bo, bo, bo, bo!
Solo estoy tratando de vivir mi vida porque
Gana un poco de dinero, encuentra una conejita
Para hacer mi esposa porque bo, bo, bo, bo!
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