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This stress is killing me The pressure is agony Those people work till they break While others just take Stop begging, get a job Get a gun, motherfucker, go on and rob I'm up at 5 AM, did my work and You sleep all day wondering why you're broke Then you get on the phone and sweat your friends Sad stories, sad stories never end You claim you're fly but always meek You're always broke but you're lying for weeks I got problems, too I keep seeing you I got a problem, too I keep helping you I got problems, too I keep seeing you I got a problem, too I keep helping you Get a job, motherfucker Learn to rob, motherfucker Letras de cancionesGet a job, motherfucker Learn to rob, motherfucker Do you carry a gun? You sit still You never pay me back and never will And we can man it out, you breaking my balls Till I give the fuck up and block your call I'm the bad guy with a bank account You just move to your next friend and burn him out Everyone knows this guy, this shit's true Or maybe this song's about you I got problems, too I keep seeing you I got a problem, too I keep helping you I got problems, too I keep seeing you I got a problem, too I keep helping you Get a job, motherfucker Learn to rob, motherfucker Get a job, motherfucker Learn to rob, motherfucker Get a job! From Letras Mania