Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Under Pressure, artist - Joey Cool. Date of issue: 03.05.2018
Song language: English
Under Pressure |
| I’m under pressure |
| Please don’t stress me out |
| Oh baby, yeah |
| But I don’t fold |
| Under pressure |
| Yeah, please don’t stress me out |
| Oh baby, yeah |
| I don’t fold under pressure |
| You ain’t built (built) to fill these shoes (shoes) |
| And I won’t fold (fold), so I don’t lose (lose) |
| I’ve been up (up) |
| And I’ve been down (down) |
| And my ship sunk (sunk) |
| But I ain’t drown (yeah yeah) |
| I’m posted in the backseat leaning |
| Got me snapping my fingers like I’m doo-wop singing |
| People stare at the chain, they like oh I’m blinging |
| Nothin' has been the same, I’m like oh I’m dreaming |
| It’s a bad bitch posted up to the right of me |
| And rightfully I reserve the right to be with a hottie |
| About twenty something, intelligent, but also get naughty |
| The prodigy, I do it wildly, cause that’s what I gotta be |
| Honestly, I’ve been creating the policy |
| Acknowledge me as someone who aiming straight for the prophecy |
| The following I’ve accumulated, ain’t no apologies |
| Obviously you hear me now, and you can’t knock the philosophy |
| Cap it off with cappuccinos |
| Slicing the tiramisu |
| «Coolie it’s nice to meet you» |
| Introduce you to people |
| Show you how we be living, and we be doing the most |
| It’s a la cosa nostra baby look I’m your host |
| The coolest one in the room eating his pasta |
| Snapping his fingers in between sipping espana |
| We looking saucy, it’s all a part of the mantra |
| Keeping it proper, young, Swanky, Strange, Sinatra |
| I’m under pressure |
| Please don’t stress me out |
| Oh baby, yeah |
| But I don’t fold |
| Under pressure |
| Yeah, please don’t stress me out |
| Oh baby, yeah |
| I don’t fold under pressure |
| You ain’t built (built) to fill these shoes (shoes) |
| And I won’t fold (fold), so I don’t lose (lose) |
| I’ve been up (up) |
| And I’ve been down (down) |
| And my ship sunk (sunk) |
| But I ain’t drown (yeah yeah) |
| We off at every single thing we had harbored |
| Did what we gotta |
| God, my skin is thick as the armor |
| I’m fucking off, been ducking, dodging the karma |
| Trick, I’m a goner, got these niggas and bitches on ya |
| Caught up in the fact that I’m |
| Not afraid to be myself and take it back and I |
| Have no sympathy for people acting whack so I |
| Said «Be don’t acting suprised when I attack» |
| Li’l bitch, this shit is whack, I’ma attack but |
| Trust me my situation is dire |
| Things that I see when I asleep, lay awake when I’m tired |
| Maybe the secrets I keep buried inside the fire |
| «Joey's a snake in the grass, fucking nigga’s a liar» |
| Sweeping it under the rug doesn’t make it expire |
| The problem is going to follow you until the problem retire |
| See they gon' hate you because you walking a little higher |
| But I became immune to you bitches because I’m a rider |
| I’m under pressure |
| Please don’t stress me out |
| Oh baby, yeah |
| But I don’t fold |
| Under pressure |
| Yeah, please don’t stress me out |
| Oh baby, yeah |
| I don’t fold under pressure |
| You ain’t built to fill these shoes |
| And I won’t fold, so I don’t lose |
| I’ve been up (up) |
| And I’ve been down (down) |
| And my ship sunk |
| But I ain’t drown |