Pressure, Pt. 1
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
You ain't shit
Sad you're gonna grow and die in the dirt
And all the paper you've been making never changed your self worth
You talk that big talk, about how you gon' break every curse
So if you're running out of time, why ain't you scared of the hearse?
I never fear the inevitable, the stress can only make it worse
Success thought incredible, soon we eating off of every verse
Proving Wolff's law, getting stronger every time I'm hurt
Shining off the pressure like the gems hidden inside the earth
I'll never lose the steam, for this is why I'm hot
And on my back, carry the team that help me get right to this spot
Fighting for this tooth and nail, I'll claw my way up to the top
And just like I'm Aubrey Graham, you know this shit don't never stop
Grind, grind, grind, grind 'til you're pulp or refined powder
Sell your breath to clear a debt, paid shit for every hour
Shit ain't sweet, make lemonade when life do you sour
Shit ain't sweet, make lemonade whenever life do you sour, yeah
Be yourself, be yourself
Don't worry 'bout wealth (yeah)
Make another plan
Cause the last one fell through (fell)
Try to take a stand
But it will not help you (nah)
Only gets worse
As the time will tell
Be yourself, be yourself (yeah, yeah)
That's what they always tell you (yeah)
But a facade will prevail you (yeah)
Let it up a little then it's gonna fail you (fail you)
So leave a brick on the gas, cut the brakes
If somebody's 'bout to hit you, take the hit and drive away
Don't let anyone or thing break your path or go astray
If you take a break today, then nobody knows your name
I've been pressured into thinking all my life that the type of
Person that you picture living high, living like
Every second that you take from the fight isn't right
Self-reflecting on my image and my eyes, every night
Got me questioning my motives and the color of the sky
Maybe this is who I am, maybe this is how I die
Maybe everything I know and love and cherish is a lie
Or maybe pressure's gonna kill me, will I ever know why?
I don't w-
Yeah, yeah
You ain't shit
Sad you're gonna grow and die in the dirt
And all the paper you've been making never changed your self worth
You talk that big talk, about how you gon' break every curse
So if you're running out of time, why ain't you scared of the hearse?
I never fear the inevitable, the stress can only make it worse
Success thought incredible, soon we eating off of every verse
Proving Wolff's law, getting stronger every time I'm hurt
Shining off the pressure like the gems hidden inside the earth
I'll never lose the steam, for this is why I'm hot
And on my back, carry the team that help me get right to this spot
Fighting for this tooth and nail, I'll claw my way up to the top
And just like I'm Aubrey Graham, you know this shit don't never stop
Grind, grind, grind, grind 'til you're pulp or refined powder
Sell your breath to clear a debt, paid shit for every hour
Shit ain't sweet, make lemonade when life do you sour
Shit ain't sweet, make lemonade whenever life do you sour, yeah
Be yourself, be yourself
Don't worry 'bout wealth (yeah)
Make another plan
Cause the last one fell through (fell)
Try to take a stand
But it will not help you (nah)
Only gets worse
As the time will tell
Be yourself, be yourself (yeah, yeah)
That's what they always tell you (yeah)
But a facade will prevail you (yeah)
Let it up a little then it's gonna fail you (fail you)
So leave a brick on the gas, cut the brakes
If somebody's 'bout to hit you, take the hit and drive away
Don't let anyone or thing break your path or go astray
If you take a break today, then nobody knows your name
I've been pressured into thinking all my life that the type of
Person that you picture living high, living like
Every second that you take from the fight isn't right
Self-reflecting on my image and my eyes, every night
Got me questioning my motives and the color of the sky
Maybe this is who I am, maybe this is how I die
Maybe everything I know and love and cherish is a lie
Or maybe pressure's gonna kill me, will I ever know why?
I don't w-
Credits
Writer(s): Noah Atwood
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