Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Under Pressure, artist - Logic. Album song Under Pressure, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
Under Pressure |
Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I’ma die alone |
Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that’s a milestone (Keep doing it, |
I’m loving it) |
People calling me, asking me for money, man |
The only thing I’mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone |
Flashbacks of a youngin' sipping that purple Kool Aid |
Skipping school with my homies and chiefing reefer for two days |
Running from the law, living how I’m living, fuck 'em all |
Bumping Triple Six |
Hennessy in my cup, driving through the sticks |
Who the bitch riding with me? |
Man, the devil tryna get me |
Motivated, under-educated, and hated |
But finally getting cake like a happy belated |
Bitch I made it, we on |
Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it |
Write it, record it, mix it, master it, press it up, unveil it |
Feel like I’ve been waiting forever, forever to inherit |
This is war, I declare it |
Time is money, I can’t spare it |
Futuristic, so simplistic |
Please decipher my linguistics |
Slow it down, Robitussin |
I’m the king, ain’t no discussion |
And now we blowing up like spontaneous human combustion |
My consumption is the illest |
Section eight, I know you feel this |
On the come up, where they run up on you for nothing at all |
Brighter than eleven suns, this the first, where my funds? |
EBT, that’s the card |
I thank God, I thank God, but it’s hard, but it’s hard |
Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I’mma die alone |
Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that’s a milestone |
People calling me, asking me for money, man |
The only thing I’mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone |
God damn, god damn, we at it again |
Me and my homies that know me blowing up like the Taliban |
Yeah, my stress up, but I’m blessed up |
Fuck around and get messed up |
When I murder the rhyme, I’m living divine |
You know that I’m one of a kind |
Lemme get it right now, ho |
Draped up and I’m dripped out, right now, ho |
Caked up 'til I cash out and I got 'em all wondering how, so |
On the down low, haters drown slow |
On the down low, haters drown slow |
Oh God, my God, we got it all right |
Oh God, my God, we gotta get it, right? |
These fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right? |
I said these fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right? |
Tell me that they love me, know damn well that they don’t give a fuck |
I be on that finger flipping killing shit up in the cut |
That’s what’s up |
All these bitches out here tryna gas it up |
This is everything I ever wanted, I can’t pass it up |
Life changed in a year, couldn’t happen fast enough |
«Can I do it like you do it?"That's what they be asking us |
White Benz, black card, bitch better get your plastic up |
Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never acting up |
Live it up, hold on to your dream, don’t ever give it up |
Finally had my share of success, and shit, I can’t get enough |
Now they know my name through the nation |
Cause my single like that good shit, man, always in rotation |
Now they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliations |
Stacking profit on profit, from this music I’m making |
Even Jesus had haters, so when you feeling forsaken |
Tell 'em jealous Judases who this is, and man, that’ll break 'em |
And bitch I’m still the same |
Dash of auto tune so y’all can feel the pain |
Broke as fuck, back in that basement, not a dollar to my name |
Chasing fame, chasing glory, 'til the day we make a story |
Positive that life ain’t mine, bitch you can take that shit to Maury |
Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I’mma die alone |
Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that’s a milestone |
People calling me, asking me for money, man |
The only thing I’mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone |
(Hello, no one is available to take your call) |
I been working hard, I been searching for God |
I been working hard, I been searching for God |
(Please leave a message after the tone) |
Little brother, this is your sister, you’re busy, I get you |
But I insist you call me back cause I miss you |
I wish you well, well, I wish you would call |
Cause lately it feel like I’m just not your sister at all, all |
I’m sorry for calling and bawling, I’m all in |
And I feel like I’m falling lately, it feel like my children hate me |
You tell me I’m beautiful and yet no man wanna date me |
Haunted by vivid memories of that man who raped me |
And lately I, I feel more and more like mommy, I know I’m me, but still |
You always seemed to pick up the phone and somehow I feel |
Better, but you been answering me lesser and lesser |
So I resorted to the pills in my dresser, I’m gone |
And as for… he left and he ain’t coming back |
I hate him and if I see him I swear I tell him that |
No longer cooking crack in my kitchen, cutting an' selling that |
He broke my heart, that relationship been to hell and back |
I been working hard, I been searching for God |
I can feel the Devil around me as they all applaud |
Promise you won’t forget me, that you’ll always be with me |
And even when you gone I can call whenever he hit me |
Under pressure, I’ve been feeling under pressure |
Hey, son, this is your father, don’t mean to bother |
How are you? |
Heard you were in town, but I never saw ya |
Tried to call ya, where are ya? |
In Paris? |
What a beautiful destination |
To perish right by the Eiffel, come now, please don’t be spiteful |
Of all my small talk, I think we’re overdue a long talk |
When I see kids around the way I say how I’m your dad |
It gets me thinking 'bout incredible moments we’ve had |
And on the real I’m trying so hard not to bug you |
But do you think you could stop rapping about my drug use? |
I’m two years clean, no longer a fiend |
Yeah, I’m 57, but I feel 19 |
And I love you I swear, Bobby, I know you’re there |
And when the time is right I know that you gon' take care |
Of anything I need, of your family |
Can I have some tickets to your next show? |
Would you stand with me? |
Can I have some money for my new honey that’s hella fine? |
I forgot to mention I got divorced from your step-mom |
My mind going crazy, but I still look hella calm |
Maybe you could tell *beep* |
I’ve been feeling under pressure |
Hey, what’s up, bro? |
This Ralph, I didn’t want much, man, just calling to see |
what’s going on. |
I know you’re busy. |
Dad hit me up, it’s his birthday today, |
but I know you know that. |
Yeah, he calling, he be tryna introduce me to his |
new chick and stuff, man, I don’t know how to handle that. |
I don’t wanna tell |
him like nah, I ain’t trying to meet her off top, you know. |
So what you think I |
should do? |
Text me, I know you’re busy, dawg. |
But he been calling me saying he |
wanna come down, he wanna bring his new chick and Brenda’s like «damn, |
he really tryna rock out with his new chick"cause you know we all talk to |
Debbie. |
But I don’t know, I don’t know how to tell him this shit so just hit me |
back whenever you got the time, man, I know there’s more shit on your plate. |
You ain’t gotta hit me, dawg, but if you do I’d appreciate it. |
When you back, |
love you, do your thing. |
Swag RattPack all day, boy. |
Alright, nigga |
Yeah, dear family, I’m so sorry that I’ve been distant |
Everything changed in an instant, my time has been inconsistent |
I know that you been insisting, I know that birthday I missed it |
I swore I told my assistant, but I guess my mind is in another place |
Thoughts often in another world, I started seeing another girl |
It fell through, man, what a world |
But I’m so focused on my craft, on employing my staff |
Such a perfectionist, I can’t even finish this draft |
This letter to the ones I love, the ones that I miss |
Brothers and sisters that hit me up just to reminisce |
Meanwhile people outside of my blood asking for favors |
I don’t owe you a fucking thing, you best switch your behavior |
Truly remarkable how I barely know you, but somehow owe you When you don’t even |
know 'bout the shit I go through |
We ain’t spoken in a while, tell me sister, how your child? |
Come now, girl, give me a smile, come on, girl, don’t do me foul |
Sorry I ain’t call before, but I’m calling you right now |
I heard that you was popping E, stop resorting to the vowel |
How my mama, how she doing, does she know what I’m pursuing? |
I ain’t talk to her in years, that relationship she ruined |
But sometimes I wake up and wonder just what the fuck I’m doing |
They say family is everything, I swear that shit the truth |
I should spend it all with y’all, but I spend it in the booth |
This is everything I love, this is everything I need |
Never sacrifice this feeling even though my heart it bleed |
This is everything I love, everything I need |
Never sacrifice this feeling even though my heart bleed |
Under pressure, I’ve been feeling under pressure |
Hey, son, I’m sorry I missed your call today, but I was in an AA meeting. |
A friend of mine was celebrating four years so I couldn’t get you right then. |
And then when I did call you weren’t able to answer or whatever. |
Just wondering how things are going. |
Jenn and I aren’t together anymore. |
Living on my own, you know. |
Anyway, the whole family, even the family that you |
don’t know, my sisters and your aunts that you’ve never met are very proud of |
you. |
Your cousins just love you too. |
Anyway, son, I love you, I just want you |
to know that. |
And just keep grinding, you know. |
And I don’t wanna hear you |
joining the Illuminati cause then I gotta kill ya. |
I love you, son, bye |