Pressure

What it look like
Dancing with the Devil in the pale moonlight
Two might think
I was too nice
Too wise
Had to take two knives
Stick in my two eyes
Cry for who life
Ooo my Ooo my
Ooo Ooo Ooo
Cut my heart
They gonna give it for who prize
Going for silver, the bronze or the gold
My plaque had their name
Like baby doll who died
Not too shy
Death came for the kiss
Paint on the cheek
It was stained from her lips
Learned pretty young how to bottle this shit
Now I'm paying the price
With pressure in my fist

Learned pretty young how to bottle this shit
Now I'm paying the price
With pressure in my fist
Learned pretty young how to bottle this shit
Now I'm paying the price
With pressure in my fist

Paying the price
So it is what it is
Rolling the dice
Dawg I put in my chips
Roll off my tongue
I don't slip from my grip
Don't slip from the shit
Something I want
Then I'm gonna go get
I said that I bottle it up
Put up a fence
Set up a tent
Started the fire
It's all making sense
So make it make sense
Clouded with the smoke and mirrors, trying to fight some demons
Making all my teeth clench
Clean up your lens when you walk in the mist
Speak with your chest when you talking to this
Threw in a hook
It's all for the fish
I got what I gave cause karma's a bitch
All that I do is for my own bliss
Pain in my path
Bet I don't flinch
Learned pretty young how to bottle this shit
Now I'm paying the price
With pressure in my fist

Learned pretty young how to bottle this shit
Now I'm paying the price
With pressure in my fist
Learned pretty young how to bottle this shit
Now I'm paying the price
With pressure in my fist



Credits
Writer(s): Saul Montano
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