Doechii, SZA – Persuasive
Lyrics Persuasive – Doechii, SZA She’s so persuasive, oh She’s so persuasive That marijuana She’s so flirtatious How does it feel to be you So persuasive That marijuana...
Doechii – Stressed
Lyrics Stressed – Doechii
I must be lost in my regrets
I must be down, I must be stressed
I’ve got like thirteen years of age that I ain’t still got off my chest
It must be so much more to life, if I had diamonds and baguettes
I must be stupid, f**king shaded
Must be down, I must be stressed
I must be
Cooler than glaciers, I’m straight as the lines on my paper, I must be
Out of my nature, put that on my Lord and my Savior, I must be
Ready for more, ready to go, universe spoke
I must be, I know
You don’t really want no parts in it
Only do s**t if my heart its in
These days feelings on shortages
And I only show love to my pharmacist
Darling, I’ve been shady, feeling fadin’, I’ve been lackadaisy
So far, so frustrating, I’ve been snortin’ lines like it’s the eighties, please
I must be lost in my regrets
I must be down, I must be stressed
I’ve got like thirteen years of age that I ain’t still got off my chest
It must be so much more to life, if I had diamonds and baguettes
I must be stupid, f**king shaded
Must be down, I must be stressed
I must be
Sabotagin’ me ’til I’m forced to rip the mask off
This lobotomy is just a reflection of the last lost
This body is in remembrance of the last lot
And this lady is too pretentious of the mascot
And look, I got a .22, I wouldn’t call this b**ch a catch-22
But here’s your body back that I can dig for you
Let me live for you
Let me crawl inside your body, make a meal of you
And tell you how many times I ain’t feelin’ you, b**ch
I must be lost in my regrets
I must be down, I must be stressed
I’ve got like thirteen years of age that I ain’t still got off my chest
It must be so much more to life, if I had diamonds and baguettes
I must be stupid, f**king shaded
Must be down, I must be stressed
I must be lost in my regrets
I must be down, I must be stressed
I’ve had like thirteen years of age that I still ain’t got off my chest
It must be so much more to life, if I had diamonds and baguettes
I must be stupid, f**kin’ shady
I must be down, I must be stressed
I must be
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I got my champagne
You know, I, I, I got on vetements
Right now, and I’m still stressed
Even in, even in my Balenciagas
I see you in the back…
Written by Doechii, iotosh, Little Island & Zachary Webster
Produced by 48th St, iotosh & Little Island
Doechii | 2022
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