Pressure

I FEEL PRESSURE

OOOH BABY IM A HEADCASE

YOU CAN SEE IT ON MY FACE YEAH

AND IM WALKING ROUND WITH DEADWEIGHT, UH

I GOT GOOSE EGG

WALK WITH NOTHING BUT A LOOSE LEG

YOU CAN SEE IT IN MY POSTURE

YOU MIGHT SEE IN THE NEWSSPREAD, uh

‘Bout the older days

I feel the bone chip off my shoulder blades

As I wait for the world

The weight of the world

Keeps my head from ever staying sober, hey

But as the pressure refines

Iʼm like a dark black coal about to turn to a diamond

My sobriety is waiting for the better days

I know that heaven waits for me to wake up

And fly back home to Neverland

I thought Iʼd

Take a minute just to figure it out

Many minutes gone still flipping the style

They throwing shade like the more you shine the bigger the cloud

Livinʼ in lyric well if only I had written it down

Sippinʼ the liquor and thinking bigger than many men

50 cent before Eminem

Another gem in the sediment

Only scared of irrelevance, well

I guess itʼs looking imminent now

To run the world while itʼs spinninʼ around

I write my life like its revelations

A saint, ignoring the temptations

Some diving in while I, sit on the fence waiting

Not the type to frame my ribbon for tenth place

Then, sit here waiting for the next race itʼs basic

Donʼt know what fashion is

Was never a gymnastic kid

But Iʼll bend over backwards just to find out who I am again

Had to move away just to get closer with my fam again

Funny how the pressure makes the man a gem

Donʼt wanna be stuck here living in a routine

Just writing my woes in a looseleaf

Trying new things with the crew

See, weʼve been kicking it for so long Bruce Lee

My gramps had the right state of mind

He was right behind me in ʼ99

Now that heʼs ghosting, Iʼma make his legacy ring loud till Iʼm oldie

I had a doubt or two, energy is slipping off that Mountain Dew

Found my enemy inside addiction, made that mountain move

Houses moved since April ʼ93, I had a Cloudy mood

ʼTil I found that soul that Iʼm arousing to - only one

Questions I had asked about existence never outted truth

Thought maybe I should settle down and clean it like them spouses do

But in this day and age of modern media consumption

Iʼm a sour dude

When I lay awake inside the coffin will my flowers move?

Thereʼs two sides to this confession

Feel the pressure in my blood from waiting fans, complacent misdirection

Graduated with a knowledge in essays

Still canʼt figure out if Iʼm dead inside or dead weight, here, here

Listen up with clear ears

Many nights are filled with tears, but plenty times Iʼve commandeered myself

Iʼm dear to love the one that keeps me grounded near myself

So I donʼt float too far down rabbit holes, here

Windowʼs locked in this

Welcome to my

Welcome to my

Welcome to my (marbled)