Pressure (feat. Shota Lodi & Dylan Montayne) (Explicit)

Pressure - Abhi The Nomad/Dylan Montayne/Shota Lodi
Pressure - Abhi The Nomad/Dylan Montayne/Shota Lodi
Ay oh
I I I I
I feel pressure
Oooh baby I'm a headcase
You can see it on my face yeah
And I'm walking round with deadweight uh
I got goose egg 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
I'm 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 I'd
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
Livin' in lyric well
If only I had written it down
Sippin' the liquor and
Thinking bigger than many men
50 cent before eminem
Another gem in the sediment
Only scared of irrelevance well
I guess it's looking imminent now
To run the world while it's spinnin' around
I write my life like it's 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 it's basic
Don't know what fashion is
Was never a gymnastic kid
But I'll 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
Don't wanna be stuck here
Living in a routine
Just writing my woes in a looseleaf
Trying new things with the crew
See we've been kicking
It for so long bruce lee
My gramps had the right state of mind
He was right behind me in '99
Now that he's ghosting
I'ma make his legacy ring
Loud till I'm 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 '93
I had a cloudy mood
'Til I found that soul that
I'm 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
I'm a sour dude
When I lay awake inside the coffin
Will my flowers move
There's two sides to this confession
Feel the pressure in my blood from
Waiting fans complacent misdirection
Graduated with a knowledge in essays
Still can't figure out if
I'm dead inside or dead weight here here
Listen up with clear ears
Many nights are filled with tears
But plenty times I've commandeered myself
I'm dear to love the one
That keeps me grounded near myself
So I don't float too far down
Rabbit holes here
I can't get myself
Yeah
Window's locked in this
Welcome to my
Welcome to my
Welcome to my marbled