Pressure

I been, running outta running outta ways
Counting hours, counting all the days
Wondering if this part is just a phase
Running outta running outta patience
Been a couple years oh I'm really sick of waiting
Count my sins
Oh I'm really sick of Satan
See through lies
I can see it's super blatant

The pressure
Adding on my plate feeling extra
Never been certain so I guess I'm
Cleaning up the image in the mess I made
The pressure
Adding on my plate feeling extra
Never been certain so I guess I'm
Cleaning up the image in the mess I made

I'm struggling on my own
I'm sorry, hope you know
I got me a lotta bad sins to pay
So I gotta makes friends with my enemy's
There's not a lotta people in this industry
That are tryna speak truth
Don't make sense to me
Hoping that there's gonna be fans of me
Hoping that there's gonna be

Staying ten toes down even if my record flip flop
I remember when my homies told me to go kick rocks
Hoping that one day my Grammy shining like some lip gloss
Never stop hustlin yeah I'm feeling like im Rick ross
Whole lotta pressure
Got a whole lotta dreams
Got a whole lotta extra
Got a whole lotta fiends
Gotta Pour one the dead ones
Christy on the scene
Don't care bout the whip
Don't care bout the keys
Don't care bout the chains
Don't care bout the links
Don't care bout weed
Don't care bout the drinks
I doing this thing since 2016
Ion need me no car with them butterfly wings
If you wanting a feat gotta bring it by me
Got a whole lotta people that wanna see me
Ima perform a show fly to the next city
Don't be showing yo music
Won't buy yo cd
I ain't doing this till I'm the greatest
Till im top
Ima do it till I made it
If I do flop
Ima go ahead and face it
I won't give up as long as I can taste it
I got some big dreams
I'm gonna go and proceed
With my life
And feed my family
As long as they need
As long as they need
As long as they need

The pressure
Adding on my plate feeling extra
Never been certain so I guess I'm
Cleaning up the image in the mess I made
The pressure
Adding on my plate feeling extra
Never been certain so I guess I'm
Cleaning up the image in the mess I made

Been stacking
Been saying
With all these thoughts I been praying
Asking god for answers but I know that things wont all change
I been doing all by myself
I been tweaking tho
Leaned on to him for my answers
I needed them
Got a good father and got a good mother
I cherish them everyday and every weekend
Wondering when this chapter gonna end
And wondering when a new one gon begin
I really been too lazy tryna make friends
Cause most of them fake
I had one in the end
Like what's a real friend to me
Should I make friends with my enemies
Real friends should be close like family
Help each other grow with their fantasies
And they dreams
Things ain't always good
Things ain't always good
Things ain't always good as it seems



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Lee
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