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Just standing
on the balcony,
hearing folks stressed
And I start to ponder, damn boys, we’re all stressing ourselves over little things.
Ninety nine point nine percent is just a product of minds not built for modern times.
Unless you’ve lost all the money you’ve saved over decades for your only child to give
them hope and a chance at happiness, all stored in gold or dollars under your mattress.
And it just got taken.
You know it’s on the two thirty flight, but it’s one AM, you’re driving two hours away, pushing
two eighty, praying that orange line on Maps turns green today.
If that’s not you, then don’t stress boys. Drink a beer, sip some tea, or water’s fine.
Add a pinch of salt, let your soul align. Think about what Dre would do, but don’t actually
follow through.
No stress this year, it’s forbidden. You heard, Verboten Word.