Yeahβ¦ Bills on the table, thoughts in my head But the bass say βmove,β so Iβm outta bed Alarm clock yelling like it know my name Coffee taste bitter, but I sip it the same Brain on overload, tabs open wide To-do list longer than a Saturday night Pressure in my shoulders, jaw locked tight Smile on my face but Iβm losing the fight Everybody say βjust breathe it awayβ But rent donβt care what the guru say My mind do the jitterbug, wonβt sit still Stress tapping rhythms on unpaid bills But when that drummer hit just right My worries start slipping off the beat tonight Iβm stressed, yes But Iβm still funky World got me tense But my soul stay spunky Life got hands Around my neck, see But I slip right out When the groove get chunky Phone keep buzzing like it want a fight Bad news dressed up in a blue-screen light Therapy phrases, sticky-note hope Holding it together with rhythm and jokes Heart rate high like a disco ball Spinning through the chaos, wonβt let me fall If stress wanna ride, it gotta pay dues Ainβt no free seat on these dancing shoes My thoughts talk loud, try to run the show But the bassline say βnah, move it slowβ I drop my shoulders, unclench my face Let the funk put me back in my bodyβs place Iβm stressed, yes But Iβm still funky Problems stack up But my walk stay bouncy Life throw bricks Tryna punk me I build a dance floor Call it self-care, honey Wah-wah stress, you ainβt the boss I shake you loose with a chicken-head toss If I gotta break, I break in time Sync my pain to a four-on-the-nine Stress on my mind (Shake it off!) Weight on my spine (Slide it off!) Clock say grind (Groove it out!) Funk say βlive!β (Louder now!) Iβm stressed, yes But Iβm still funky Edges rough But my light stay funky Even when life get dark and clumsy I sweat it out In a rhythm that love me Stress knock loud, but funk answer first. Thatβs survival, baby.
