Pressure

Drivin' down backroads windows down
Don't know where I'm going
But I gotta get out town
Pressure, stressin' me
Gonna find a dive bar get a little silly
Hands up. Holler if you hear me
Gonna get stupid, feel a little frisky
Hey now! Word to the wise
It's a bit too early to predict my demise
I'm rolling! Ya gotta know I won't stop
Wanna drop a beat and watch the heads bob

Thinking back, going back to a simpler time
Strawberry milk at Stevie Dale's always on my mind
Swimming, at my boy big Smitty's
Baling hay for Wolfie, so I can chase a little kitty
Caught it! Livin' the teenage dream
No pressure in the world that can be seen
Drinking, laughing with my old friends
Knowing that tomorrow we'll do it again
Wake up, rinse and repeat
No pressure in the world that can be seen
Hold up! It can't last forever
Those days are gone
Now it's all pressure

Groovin'! Feeling like a big dog
Nobody watching me
So I take the leash off
What now!? No need for your drama
New Middletown boys will send you back to your mama
What's that? I don't think that you're hearing me
I'm talk to my bro J.H. Bubberdee
What's that? Now this is pretty telling
Over in that field is a wolf with a watermelon
Snap back! Yo, I'm back to reality
I'm spittin' lead paint
Cause ain't nobody touching me
Step back! You better walk a thin line
You might not step in shit
But you'll damn sure hit a land mine

Snap back! Yo, I'm back to reality
I'm spittin' lead paint
Cause ain't nobody touching me
Step back! You better walk a thin line
You might not step in shit
But you'll damn sure hit a land mine



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Writer(s): Jason Powers
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