Pressure

Back to it

I'm back for the crown, stupid

This sad little town had me in shackles

But now I'm lucid

Using

All the madness they dragging around, spewing

As fuel

Transmute it to beautiful, grand music

For you to get amped through this

Zombie apocalypse

God knowing we probably just

Need to off all the common sense

'Cause what's normal isn't natural

They want us all to be sick

Just to sell us a solution to profit off it and dip

Skip all the BS

The quest to impress some people that don't share the same vision as me

It had got me into the deepest slump that I really have seen

It's not at all a pretty picture

No Mona Lisa

More like ugly duchess with my feet up

I blow my speakers, hoping that the drums could bring me freedom

I play the greats and peep why I begun to rip the scene up

They had the outcasted kid feeling like a leader

Now I recall that I do this for the motherfucking dreamers under -

Pressure

Pressure

Pressure

I don't want nothing but to stand on my own under

Pressure

So much pressure

Took a little minute but now I'm back for the throne

And I will never ever turn my back when I'm gone under -

I'm under pressure with a rage inside my gut

I'm under pressure while my age is rising up

I'm turning 25, I fear I'm late but I won't rush

'Cause divine timing arrives in perfect cadences and such

I know my loved ones hope I hang this mission up

But I can't blame them

They just want me living painless with no fuss

But the payment's looking rough

'Cause I would make 'em happy

But to me, I'd be a failure who I'd hate and I wouldn't trust

And I don't want that

But no hate to those who choose the safe route

I ain't afraid of the lows that rise from the pursuit of fate now

For years I been training my soul to shine through all the gloomy days down