Days with no stress
We feeling so blessed
We got problems
But we put them to rest

Days with no stress
We feeling so blessed
We got problems
But we put them to rest

Yo I be counting hours
I be counting seconds
I be counting minutes
'Til I'm chilling with my legends
See I put in the work all week
When the weekend comes around I can't be feeling weak
See I'm ready
And I'm feeling good
Weekdays were long
But ain't no way they could
Bring me down
I be deserving of this fun
Got wifey cruising in the whip riding shotgun
Homies in the back
Where we finna go
Anywhere we want we never lack
Good vibes and great times
Yeah
And it must be by design
Cus it it always falls in line
Like

Days with no stress
We feeling so blessed
We got problems
But we put them to rest

Days with no stress
We feeling so blessed
We got problems
But we put them to rest

I've got problems you could stack like columns
And spread out like rows
Picture an exhibition observational of my woes
I suppose
I smoke flowers sip whiskey sours
Packing a leaf there's no rose petals on Gower
I think of that too short track titled the ghetto
Got me thinking how my brother loves the hood on several levels
As the sun shines my world feels fine
I'm at my pace
Human embrace
Mindful of needs beyond rat race
Expunge my case
Adjacent to cages
Trap men different ages courageous
Being young in these times
True crimes
This be the twin's telling me pay it no mind
Handing me corona with a lime

Days with no stress
We feeling so blessed
We got problems
But we put them to rest

Days with no stress
We feeling so blessed
We got problems
But we put them to rest

Days with no stress
We feeling so blessed
We got problems
But we put them to rest

Days with no stress
Days with no stress