Cut it Out by The Inmates Lyrics

Had everything I wanted, I gambled it away
Lost in the fear, the drugs and the pain
Money, fame, sex, respect
Gone in a blink I'm left with the stress
Just give me one second, gotta clear out my mind
Just sit my ass down and focus on my rhymes
I feel a little low with my heartbeat slowed
If you don't like me you can suck a chode
I don't need your negativity clouding my life
I just wanna make it right and move towards the light

We're all under stress
We're stuck in the mess
We're carrying the weight of the world on our chest
We're all under stress
We're stuck in the mess
We're carrying the weight of the world on our chest

Wish I could go back to how it was before
Everything I do is feeling like a chore
I'm just stressed, I'm a mess
You still put me to the test
Make me wonder what the fuck could be next
But what I wanna say is get your hands off my neck
I got shit I wanna do and you're holding me back
You're outta line, it's a crime
I don't belong to you, I'm mine
I'm so sick of being told what to do all the time

We're all under stress
We're stuck in the mess
We're carrying the weight of the world on our chest
We're all under stress
We're stuck in the mess
We're carrying the weight of the world on our chest

We're all under stress
We're stuck in the mess
We're carrying the weight of the world on our chest
We're all under stress
We're stuck in the mess
We're carrying the weight of the world on our chest