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conversations.value: Write me a song called S.T.R.E.S.S. with the following description: S.T.R.E.S.S. is the twentieth track on Drake’s debut mixtape, “Room For Improvement”. It features vocals from Nickelus F., an artist who was featured on many of Drake’s early songs before Drake signed with YMCMB.
  In this song, Drake discusses the difficulty of having divorced parents, being racially mixed and going to a predominately white school, as well as dealing with the fame he gained through starring on television and becoming a rapper. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Drake]
  Yeah, Ren, M.O.F, Haha
  It's Drake man, it's Drake man.Yeah
  Ayo Ren this that gritty shit here man
  I'ma have to tell them about I been through on this know what I mean
  HO! Southern Smoke!!!
  [Verse 1: Drake]
  Very few give you that truth, it's either they can't do it with lyrics
  Or can't do it in spirit, they cancel what they doin'
  The samples that they usin', can't get through the clearin'
  I'll handle it since they just can't get you to hear it
  My father's early careerin' forced my parents to split up
  My mother was a teacher, my father was kind of fed up
  With just being a florist, so the choir sang his chorus
  And he got back into doin' what he was doing before us
  Because money is an issue, your son, he gon' miss you
  And plus you got a wife at home cause mommy still exist too
  Now you lookin' for exes, you ain't never expect this
  You end up doing time, and me, I end up with a step-sis
  Nobody passing judgment, they question where the drugs went
  You know I hold you down because without you, I'd be a wasn't
  And mommy I'mma support her, I keep it all in order
  See her with tears in her eyes or you arrested at the border
  But [Hook: Nickelus F]
  I got stress on my shoulders
  Trying to keep my heart pure but this world is makin' it colder
  Young black man dodge your bullets trying to get older
  And you wonder why we turn to drugs and chain smokers
  IT'S STRESS MY NIGGA!!!
  I'm just tryna live my life cuz
  Make a little money, find a bunny
  To make my wife cuz BO!, BO!, BO!, BO!
  I'm just trying to live my life cuz
  Make a little money, find a bunny
  To make my wife cuz BO!, BO!, BO!, BO!
  [Verse 2: Drake]
  This is my life, and so the rest has kinda been cool
  Question what I been through
  I write a verse addressin' it
  And yes I might offend you
  Picture when I was in school
  Me being the closest thing to black
  And guess what rap music what I was into
  Rest of the kids were sheltered
  I never liked to fight
  But when someone called me a "nigga"
  I'd punch em I couldn't help it
  Now I'm grown I can say what it is
  It's parents that got these Black and Filipino nannies raisin' they kids
  And your daddy want it very right
  I make you happy, plus I'm Jewish, he don't approve
  I think he want you to marry white
  He want Sinatra at the wedding, not Barry White
  Cause black is black honey, even if he's very light
  And so I never been for dinner at they places
  Always brutally honest, and so I pin it to they faces
  I live it so the case is, whether Drake is
  Way ahead of his time, or inquisitive and racist [Hook: Nickelus F]
  I got stress on my shoulders
  Trying to keep my heart pure but this world is makin' it colder
  Young black man dodge your bullets trying to get older
  And you wonder why we turn to drugs and chain smokers
  IT'S STRESS MY N*!!!
  I'm just tryna live my life cuz
  Make a little money, find a bunny
  To make my wife cuz BO!, BO!, BO!, BO!
  I'm just trying to live my life cuz
  Make a little money, find a bunny
  To make my wife cuz BO!, BO!, BO!, BO!
  [Verse 3: Drake]
  Am I hot as the rest? should I strive for my spot as the best?
  Like girls with Double D's, I got a lot on my chest
  There's questions that need to be answered that's not on the test
  Instead of starin' at quizzes now it's models with breasts
  And yes, when I'm dismissed after a tedious listen
  I sit at home and say I should of been a pediatrician
  Homie, I probably could've been on TV consistent
  An artist like Pablo, maybe Petey's assistant
  And my mindset is come and get me
  I'm all alone at home with my mom and grandma and ain't nobody runnin' with me
  So, if you got the heart to come in here and kill a lady
  Daughter, and her grandson, nigga get the handgun
  If not, you gon make me call the burbs out in Richmond
  That have you niggas laying out on the curb, they some hitmen
  Last couple of months I done probably been around the world and back
  And I don't wanna question half the places Nick been [Hook: Nickelus F]