| Tired, my eyes wired, wanna spin tires
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| Escape somewhere like the Pirates, moat homey boats
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| Can get you down there in an hour, silence and bright fire
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| Loungin' in light attire, my daddy wanna retire
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| He’s almost sixty years, he’s everything I admire
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| Thinkin' why take a shot, as I plot how I would knot it
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| I rubber band the retirement, green like Ireland
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| In lucky Pick 3 eyein' ‘em, escape environments
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| And lowly tyrants, ridin' out in the silence
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| Hearin the sirens, still feel the chills
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| The pressure of being ill as this
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| How the team feel about me like Collin Kaepernick
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| Started from the bottom and graduated to leadership
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| City hate but want me to pacify all the pessimists
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| Ain’t it crazy?
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| Ain’t it crazy how they all are now behavin’s
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| Bitch, don’t kill my vibe, understand all that Woody’s not saying
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| Singin' another tune
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| Another MF Doom
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| Wanted two face, be hopin' this tan in your moon
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| Ayo light, take all the delight
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| They hated before but now huh they love ya for life
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| The pressure, I fight to stay on the path of my life to write the right
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| So many wrongs we rollin' the dice
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| On, make better songs they’ll sing at their proms
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| They’ll share with their moms like look her era da bomb
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| Bond with me for a minute this is life
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| Can get the best of ya, don’t let it tonight
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| The pressure, the pressure, the pressure
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| Celebrations, I’m overdosin' the vodka
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| All the days at mi casa, workin', I had to blossom
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| No-one now in mi classa, I graduated the roster
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| From So-so's to new flows, Tony Kukcoc I block a
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| Buck, told ‘em all to get tough, wanna be a rapper
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| Biggie, 3K, 2Pac-a, get some hoes in your stockings
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| Hard work, but y’all wanna flirt, success block us
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| Gold, silver, and platinum — everybody gon' mock ‘em
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| It’s quite shockin' like thunderstorms in Nevada
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| The way they treat you tomorrow if ever you hit rock bottom
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| They all change another tune sang like Lady Gaga
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| The Fame Monster humongous, I’m like a kaka
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| Seen straight through it, so never was victim to it
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| The pressure that come along with everything that we doin'
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| I’m tired, my eyes wired, wanna cry a bit
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| I’m strong, it’s just sometimes I need to ex-a-tit (exit)
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| Out, fightin exorcists, demons hide
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| ‘Cause I still abide by the angel on my ride
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| Side with no man sell my soul for change
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| The pressure to stay true and never fall for fame
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| Dealing with the pressure, school of hard knocks new semester
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| I told you that the Ducthie the professor
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| Probably on the low like Soul Brotha in Mecca
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| Work on the table with the gun on the dresser
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| I think I lost my mind like Heath Ledger in the Dark Knight
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| Light the Dutchie hoping that it spark right
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| Clap and hysteria, Captain America’s
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| Shield couldn’t block all this real shit I’m tellin' ya
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| Like a felony I bury ya
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| Niggas still hustle a plate, a roll, a carrier
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| My pressure bust pipes homey
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| Fuck it — you better think about your life homey
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| Epic poetry ask Rapsody
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| You want the hardest nigga better ask for me
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| Now that’s actually near factually
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| I told 9th Wonder «I'm the tenth, get back at me» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Pressure , by - Rapsody. Song from the album She Got Game, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп