LOW PRESSURE ft. sabishii desu Lyrics

Yo, man

You know

We be talking bout

Talking bout blowing up

Getting famous

You know

Dying and shit

It's a natural part of life

I woke up from nightmare, you know what I mean

I been keeping my music on the down low

Once you hear this shit, you know you bout to download

Now go look me in the face and bow slow

Everybody always caught up in a mouse hole

Tripping up

Tripping up

Tripping up

Tripping up

Am I made for this

Am I good enough to get paid for this

Am I good enough to throw shade for this

Am I gonna find a voice for myself when I'm always stuck on the top shelf

But I don't know

Cause I don't have answers

I'm a dancer

Stick out like a sore thumb, Rudolph, call me Prancer

I'm upcoming, and I hope you notice

Keep up on the grind, not losing my focus

Bloom like a lotus

You might think my words are bogus

It's a crime to pay more than a dime

Not when it comes to my shows, that's fine

I'm the watermelon, fake fans are the rind

Show up as a true one and be kind

I always want to spread a message about positivity

People think it's cheesy

No one listens to me

They know I'm nice, but they see right through me

Hurting my feelings, real shit, not a movie

Focus on the words, not whether it's groovy

Tried to put me under pressure, can't fool me

Fuck the program

I'm my own man

Got these people hating

Ima throw hands

Ima blow up like the show up

Got your bitches on me

Go and cope now

Made a couple bands

Now I'm so proud

Fuck the program

I'm my own man

Got these people hating

Ima throw hands

Ima blow up like the show up, show up

I've been slacking off when it comes to making music

I can barely sing, yeah, guess I need some tuning

The world is nuts, but I keep on moving

Can't be a lazy ass on the couch and drooling

Music is my passion and has been for my whole life

But I give up from time to time

I know it'll work out, walk out in the morning and hear the birds now

Anything to keep me peaceful

Mind in a spiral, but no sequel

Low pressure, like a tire going flat

This shit's not good, makes you feel like crap

But think, low pressure within you is key

Like the key in a car, big heart within me

I admit that my arms are wimpy

I admit that my jokes are shitty

I admit that my songs are filthy

I admit that I am not winning

I admit while I write this, I'm grinning

I admit that my music takes forever to finish

And fuck it, that's life

Don't let others try to bring you down

I'm royalty, yeah, I'm not stacking crowns for others

I don't know what it's like to have a brother

But I have good friends and that is enough

Well, family too, for when times are tough

The hope is they support my music career

And if not, I won't cry a river of tears

Fuck the program

I'm my own man

Got these people hating

Ima throw hands

Ima blow up like the show up

Got your bitches on me

Go and cope now

Made a couple bands

Now I'm so proud

Fuck the program

I'm my own man

Got these people hating

Ima throw hands

Ima blow up like the show up, show up