Lyrics Pressure - Nolay

Pressure

I’m a shellers, shelly, shell off
Took man’s head off, sped off (skrrrrr)
Left the whole set dead off
Life on the edge like I’m out on the ledge
With my eyes on the prize and my mind on the wedge
All these trees like I cut me a hedge
That’ll rock you so hard till you feel like you’re dead
Iris all red, dressed in all red, Irish on deck
Danish with specs and a tribal headshave like the Aztecs
I spaz for my rep, had to go prep take niggas for a ride and give them no sex I
guess you all slept
I blow cold air with a cold stare who goes there?
Get so high I’m in the middle of nowhere
Need me an Au pair treat 2 exes like old creps they an old pair
Brand new bitches still rocking old hair big fur coats like I’m rocking those
bears
I’m on shine like I’m popping those flares I’m on time I’m so ready like where?
Morbid and sordid yet pretty like a fresh blue orchid titties better than Halle
Berry in Swordfish
Everybody claim that they know what a war is
I’m screwed up not flawless I find my misery gorgeous
I find these cunts to be boring I’m snoring
Wake me up when it’s over my bad I’m up but ain’t sober
I’ve had one too many at the bar with Elly scud of smelly have some got plenty
The pressures applying
The pressures applying
The pressures applying
And we are supplying
If the whole scenes full up of sheep
This year then I’m Bo Peep
It’s year 2000 and get no sleep
Getting my pussy eat in a big black Jeep
So which emcee want it?
I got it so I flaunt it
Move ghost in the rave and haunt it
My mother should of had me aborted
Cause I’m a problem and don’t that suck?
With the characteristics of a twisted fuck
Big titties in the front and all these pretty little bitches
Around me stunt
My fella loves me long time
And your fella loves me long time
I’ve been doing this thing a long time
I was in the rave when Dizzee Rascal came down like snow
With freezing cold flows like Moscow
When Wiley was getting them hyper
Ain’t no other chick that is live-er
How you gonna ask who NoLay is
Then talk about you know Grime
You are lying that shit ain’t flying
Emcees got their heart set on dying
It’s hilarious mate I’m crying
Various areas I am flying
I’m notorious not inglorious
With some warriors
Big drug buying high end
It’s all fire from my end
Prior to frying a spitter I eye him
Like what would it be like to try him?
I’m joking I’m lying the pressures applying
The pressures applying
The pressures applying
The pressures applying
And we are supplying
The pressures applying
The pressures applying
The pressures applying