The Life of a Troubadour

[Verse 1: Mike Posner]

Clean up the dungeon, the king is home

You know he's gonna wanna hear another sing-along

Bring the crown downstairs and the blingy robe

Plus all the jewels, man, he can't leave them things alone

He said the crown looks mush, is he wrong?

Doesn't matter, grapes on a platter

I was with the princess last night

After the Mad Hatter got mad at her

Man, I don't want the throne, the woman's a disaster

I'm just tryna bag her a couple more times

Then I'll give her back, he can have her

Here, help me with the ladder

[Chorus: Mike Posner]

I've been feeling under pressure, baby

Got me feeling these feels inside

I've been feeling under pressure, baby

Got me feeling these feels inside

[Verse 2: Mike Posner]

I'ma have to ride this horse 'til springtime

Shoulda never drank all the king's wine

'Cause when I woke up, I was still wearing my wig

I walked down the hall

Saw the king's head, it was next to the pig's, crown and all

And guess what? The blood's on my sabre

Ha, see you later

If I don't disappear, they gonna put me in charge of this shit

And I just wanna play my guitar for this bitch

Oh yeah, I took the princess, too

She's a Stage 5 clinger

Probably thinks I'ma give her a ring-a on her finger

But fuck that shit

All these princess bitches just wanna fuck a singer, a singer

And the singer just wants to sing, fuck, I'm gettin' tired

My saddle's too small and my legs are on fire

I haven't eaten in days, I wanna go home

This bitch drank all my wine and there's no smoke

And I know, and I know that your family's all dead

But what the fuck were they feeding you?

Hog heads? Fat bitch

Matter fact, get off the horse

Yeah, I'll be right back

I'm on my own now with the stupid horse

The life of a troubadour

[Chorus: Mike Posner]

I've been feeling under pressure, baby

Got me feeling these feels inside

I've been feeling under pressure, baby

Got me feeling these feels inside

[Verse 3: blackbear & Snoozegod]

Uh-huh, yeah, killed the king with that drunk singer's sword

Where's the princess? Oliver, bring her forward

The king had no sons, so now the throne's mine

Once I bag the princess, I'm in the bloodline

Talk to me Oliver

We searched up and down

The princess of yours is nowhere to be found

Jack saw her leave at the crack of dawn, and guess what?

What? 

She was on the troubadour's arm

Now Oliver, you gotta be kidding me

Two nights ago, I fucked her 'til my dick broke

One night, one fight, and she's gone, this a sick joke?

And for a muhfuckin' singer? Oh no, oh no

I'm the Mad Hatter, if she ain't fuckin' with me

Then nobody else can have her

I'ma find him if it even means searchin' all Liverpool

Tie a horse to each limb, and let 'em pull

Ha, giddy up

[Verse 4: blackbear, Mike Posner & (Snoozegod)]

There he is, I see him

We meet again, where's the woman?

I left her 20 miles back in the mountains

I'd be very surprised if she's still alive

Going up Peter's Pass this time of year would be ill advised, ill advised

Honestly, I didn't love her

I only love being alone

But I need her for the throne

Fuck the throne, man, it's too much work

People hanging on every single goddamn word

Enough, tie him up, I got a idea right now (Huh?)

Give me a dagger, put a apple in his mouth

I ain't gonna leave you here to starve out

I'ma slice your fingers off, play guitar now

Take his little tambourine, too, what's he gonna use it for?

The death of a troubadour

[Chorus: Mike Posner]

I've been feeling under pressure, baby

Got me feeling these feels inside

I've been feeling under pressure, baby

Got me feeling these feels inside