I LOVE TO STRUGGLE Gable Price and Friends

[Verse 1]
I've been gettin' stressed out over my hairline
That's receding 'cause I'm stressed out all the time
I don't know what to think about, the world ain't ever thought about me
And I've been gettin' worked up over The New York Times
And all the paper politicians cleanin' up their crimes
I know I shouldn't read about the things that never bring about peace

[Pre-Chorus]
Mark my words
I'm a boy with my father's mouth
Mark my height
On the wall of my parents' house

[Chorus]
Cars with no gasoline
Tires on the side of the street
I'm in love with the struggle
The struggle's in love with me
Bills feel like robbery
The AC's on, but it's blowing heat
I'm in love with the struggle
The struggle's in love with me

[Verse 2]
I am one bad review from a breakdown
And a couple bad days from leaving this town
There's nothing left to fuss about
There's nothing much that brings me down
And whether I've lost my luck or I'm too worked up
I feel stuck and sick and tired of driving