Pressure
Pressure
Ten thousands tons on my back
Can’t stand all that weight im toeing around
Ask me to step up my game
but I mature a little late so it’s not happening now
And I sware I've tried
But good things can’t be forced
You gotta be patient
I can’t handle the pressure
Weeks gone by and still no results
A high pitch in your tone while you're fussing at me
Heavy hearted, I'm feeling the weight
Another trillion tons your pushing on me
And I don’t know how many times I've told you
You can’t rush good things
You gotta be patient
I can’t handle the pressure
Balled up in a fetal position
I tell myself it's gonna be just fine
Walls closing in, I see you in the distance
Yelling "You're running out of time"
But I know I've got time to spare
You better beware 'cus I'm coming out soon
I can’t stand all the pressure you're given
You gotta let loose
Ten thousand tons on my back
Can’t stand the weight I'm toeing around
Just one more pound and I sware
I’ll break without a sound
Weeks gone by and still no results
A high pitch in ur tone while you're fussing at me
If you wait, give me a little more time
I sware you’ll be able to see
Balled up in a fetal position
I tell myself its gonna be just fine
Walls closing in, I see you in the distance
Yelling ur running out of time
But I know I've got time to spare
You better beware cus im coming out soon
I can’t stand all the pressure ur given
You gotta let loose
And I don’t know how many times I've told you
You can’t rush good things
You gotta be patient
I can’t handle the pressure
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