| I FEEL PRESSURE
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| OOOH BABY IM A HEADCASE
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| YOU CAN SEE IT ON MY FACE YEAH
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| AND IM WALKING ROUND WITH DEADWEIGHT, UH
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| I GOT GOOSE EGG
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| WALK WITH NOTHING BUT A LOOSE LEG
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| YOU CAN SEE IT IN MY POSTURE
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| YOU MIGHT SEE IN THE NEWSSPREAD, uh
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| ‘Bout the older days
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| I feel the bone chip off my shoulder blades
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| As I wait for the world
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| The weight of the world
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| Keeps my head from ever staying sober, hey
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| But as the pressure refines
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| Iʼm like a dark black coal about to turn to a diamond
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| My sobriety is waiting for the better days
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| I know that heaven waits for me to wake up
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| And fly back home to Neverland
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| I thought Iʼd
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| Take a minute just to figure it out
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| Many minutes gone still flipping the style
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| They throwing shade like the more you shine the bigger the cloud
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| Livinʼ in lyric well if only I had written it down
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| Sippinʼ the liquor and thinking bigger than many men
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| 50 cent before Eminem
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| Another gem in the sediment
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| Only scared of irrelevance, well
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| I guess itʼs looking imminent now
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| To run the world while itʼs spinninʼ around
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| I write my life like its revelations
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| A saint, ignoring the temptations
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| Some diving in while I, sit on the fence waiting
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| Not the type to frame my ribbon for tenth place
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| Then, sit here waiting for the next race itʼs basic
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| Donʼt know what fashion is
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| Was never a gymnastic kid
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| But Iʼll bend over backwards just to find out who I am again
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| Had to move away just to get closer with my fam again
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| Funny how the pressure makes the man a gem
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| Donʼt wanna be stuck here living in a routine
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| Just writing my woes in a looseleaf
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| Trying new things with the crew
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| See, weʼve been kicking it for so long Bruce Lee
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| My gramps had the right state of mind
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| He was right behind me in ʼ99
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| Now that heʼs ghosting, Iʼma make his legacy ring loud till Iʼm oldie
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| I had a doubt or two, energy is slipping off that Mountain Dew
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| Found my enemy inside addiction, made that mountain move
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| Houses moved since April ʼ93, I had a Cloudy mood
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| ʼTil I found that soul that Iʼm arousing to — only one
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| Questions I had asked about existence never outted truth
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| Thought maybe I should settle down and clean it like them spouses do
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| But in this day and age of modern media consumption
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| Iʼm a sour dude
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| When I lay awake inside the coffin will my flowers move?
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| Thereʼs two sides to this confession
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| Feel the pressure in my blood from waiting fans, complacent misdirection
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| Graduated with a knowledge in essays
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| Still canʼt figure out if Iʼm dead inside or dead weight, here, here
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| Listen up with clear ears
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| Many nights are filled with tears, but plenty times Iʼve commandeered myself
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| Iʼm dear to love the one that keeps me grounded near myself
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| So I donʼt float too far down rabbit holes, here
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| Windowʼs locked in this
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| Welcome to my
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| Welcome to my
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| Welcome to my (marbled) |