I FEEL PRESSURE
OOOH BABY IM A HEADCASE
YOU CAN SEE IT ON MY FACE YEAH
AND IM WALKING ROUND WITH DEADWEIGHT, UH
I GOT 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
Im 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 Id
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 its looking imminent now
To run the world while its spinnin around
I write my life like its 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 its basic
Dont know what fashion is
Was never a gymnastic kid
But Ill 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


Dont wanna be stuck here living in a routine
Just writing my woes in a looseleaf
Trying new things with the crew
See, weve 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 hes ghosting, Ima make his legacy ring loud till Im 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 Im 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
Im a sour dude
When I lay awake inside the coffin will my flowers move?
Theres two sides to this confession
Feel the pressure in my blood from waiting fans, complacent misdirection
Graduated with a knowledge in essays
Still cant figure out if Im dead inside or dead weight, here, here
Listen up with clear ears
Many nights are filled with tears, but plenty times Ive commandeered myself
Im dear to love the one that keeps me grounded near myself
So I dont float too far down rabbit holes, here


Windows locked in this
Welcome to my
Welcome to my
Welcome to my (marbled)