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• Artiste: ​nobigdyl.
• Titre: ​pressure
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I got all this pressure on me I canʼt get it off me I got all this pressure on me I canʼt get it off me I got all this pressure on me I canʼt get it off me I got all this pressure on me I canʼt get it off me I’m fallin’ down like rain I pour until I’m empty And I canʼt stand the pain I call, but no one hears me I loved it all in vain The fame it just offends me I chase it all the same I call, but no one’s listening I got the pressure on me, I got depression on me Made a profession out of confession that is my testimony Come to my session you gon see stressin’ over my verses Besties be cursing while I be blessing homies Fightin’ demons like Tekken Tech and Wesson got nothin’ on the weapon on me Rude boys and mean girls, my friends all went Gretchen on me Ooh boy, like Sea World God killed a killer, cleansed a sinner, healed me, but somehow I’m iller I might pen a thriller fighting wild thoughts Lʼm Bryson Tiller I hit my baby like, girl, I’m not crazy, right Chasing this dream that isnʼt just lazy, right Am I obeying light cuz I prayed tonight And look my question was how can the blessing keep stressin’ us She told me donʼt be a pessimist I guess the Father is testin’ us Cuz I got all this pressure on me I canʼt get it off me I got all this pressure on me It feel like the only thing keeping me from falling into joy or in the void Trapped between my purpose and the serpent Man, I need you, Lord I canʼt put my faith off in another man The President just disrespected motherland The reverend say I must respect Uncle Sam My brethren he probably got the gun in hand Everyone just live their life for sun and sand I’m tryna rap in such a way it make my mother glad I hope my raps take all the drugs out of my brother’s grasp I hope my raps push enemies into a lover’s hands I’m fallin’ down like rain I pour until I’m empty And I canʼt stand the pain I call, but no one hears me I loved it all in vain The fame it just offends me I chase it all the same I call, but no one’s listening