PRESSURE

I'm having an identity crisis, I've been going out much less then my liking

Just cause who they are, they expect me to be viking

Had a friend, once suddenly he started biting

Let's see how my numbers start to when I start writing

I've been on my bike downhill, I've been riding, down the same path that I saw, it's blinding

They don't like me, not because I'm bad, but because no one's ever like me

They think I'm happy, but the mask always cover my face

I had a ski mask once, but I sold it for peng

All these teachers talking 'bout me every day

They say they see it, but they don't see my place