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Hey
These locals say I need a stylist
Baggy white tee, dressed like Billie Eilish
Lately, I been stressing over timing
Solid gold chain, yeah, fuck them diamonds
No, don't need no ice 'cause the boy way too cold
The way that this shit hit, you thought it was Mexiko Dro
Or 16yrold
But it's Charlie, got another one, I'm letting them know
Don't say that I'm the goat
That's the pressure on yourself
That you put on me to hold
Don't do this for my health
I got nowhere left to go
That's too much pressure, dog
Don't want stress involved
It get deep, yeah
Losing sleep, yeah
People only rock with you when you eat, yeah
That's the only way they wanna believe, yeah
It's a cold world, I'ma let it freeze, yeah
Love froze over
Shawty threw the cat like Doja
I been heating up like Folgers
Boy too wavy, you already know this
That's too much pressure, dog
Don't want stress involved
Watching my moves, I ain't even with the stars yet
Watching the news, I put racks on my target
Not a price on your head, but I
Bet on myself, I got right to the bread, you know
Temperature rising
Pressure been building
Ain't fantasizing
Life's like field trip
Go get these racks on the regular
She hit up my cellular, but you know I'm not available, yeah
That's too much pressure, dog
Don't want stress involved
Too much, too much
Yeah, I got to run these bands up
And they know the kid stayed up
Wait up, straight up