Logic - Under Pressure

Текст песни Under Pressure

 Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I'mma die alone
 Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone
 People calling me, asking me for money, man
 The only thing I'mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone

[Verse 1:]
 Flashbacks of a youngin' sipping that purple Kool Aid
 Skipping school with my homies and chiefing reefer for two days
 Running from the law, living how I'm living, fuck 'em all
 Bumping Triple Six
 Hennessy in my cup, driving through the sticks
 Who the bitch riding with me?
 Man, the devil tryna get me
 Motivated, under-educated, and hated
 But finally getting cake like a happy belated
 Bitch I made it, we on
 Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it
 Write it, record it, mix it, master it, press it up, unveil it
 Feel like I've been waiting forever, forever to inherit
 This is war, I declare it
 Time is money, I can't spare it
 Futuristic, so simplistic
 Please decipher my linguistics
 Slow it down, Robitussin
 I'm the king, ain't no discussion
 And now we blowing up like spontaneous human combustion
 My consumption is the illest
 Section eight, I know you feel this
 On the come up, where they run up on you for nothing at all
 Brighter than eleven suns, this the first, where my funds?
 EBT, that's the card
 I thank God, I thank God, but it's hard, but it's hard


[Verse 2:]
 God damn, god damn, we at it again
 Me and my homies that know me blowing up like the Taliban
 Yeah, my stress up, but I'm blessed up
 Fuck around and get messed up
 When I murder the rhyme, I'm living divine
 You know that I'm one of a kind
 Lemme get it right now, ho
 Draped up and I'm dripped out, right now, ho
 Caked up 'til I cash out and I got 'em all wondering how, so
 On the down low, haters drown slow
 On the down low, haters drown slow
 Oh God, my God, we got it all right
 Oh God, my God, we gotta get it, right?
 These fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right?
 I said these fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right?
 Tell me that they love me, know damn well that they don't give a fuck
 I be on that finger flipping killing shit up in the cut
 That's what's up
 All these bitches out here tryna gas it up
 This is everything I ever wanted, I can't pass it up
 Life changed in a year, couldn't happen fast enough
 "Can I do it like you do it?" That's what they be asking us
 White Benz, black card, bitch better get your plastic up
 Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never acting up
 Live it up, hold on to your dream, don't ever give it up
 Finally had my share of success, and shit, I can't get enough
 Now they know my name through the nation
 Cause my single like that good shit, man, always in rotation
 Now they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliations
 Stacking profit on profit, from this music I'm making
 Even Jesus had haters, so when you feeling forsaken
 Tell 'em jealous Judas is who this is, and man, that'll break 'em
 And bitch I'm still the same
 Dash of auto tune so y'all can feel the pain
 Broke as fuck, back in that basement, not a dollar to my name
 Chasing fame, chasing glory, 'til the day we make a story
 Positive that life ain't mine, bitch you can take that shit to Maury


[Verse 3:]
 (Hello, no one is available to take your call)
 I been working hard, I been searching for God
 I been working hard, I been searching for God
 (Please leave a message after the tone)
 Little brother, this is your sister, you're busy, I get you
 But I insist you call me back cause I miss you
 I wish you well, well, I wish you would call
 Cause lately you feel like I'm just not your sister at all, all
 I'm sorry for calling and balling, I'm all in
 And I feel like I'm falling lately, it feel like my children hate me
 You tell me I'm beautiful and yet no man wanna date me
 Haunted by vivid memories of that man who raped me
 And lately I, I feel more like mommy, I know I'm me, but still
 You always seemed to pick up the phone and somehow I feel
 Better, but you been answering me lesser and lesser
 So I resorted to the pills in my dresser, I'm gone
 As as for [?] he left and he ain't coming back
 I hate the man, if I see him I swear I tell him that
 No longer cooking crack in my kitchen, cutting, selling that
 He broke my heart, that relationship been to hell and back
 I been working hard, I been searching for God
 I can feel the Devil around me as they all applaud
 Promise you won't forget me, that you'll always be with me
 And even when you gone I can call whenever he hit me
 Under pressure, I've been feeling under pressure

[Verse 4:]
 Hey, son, this is your father, don't mean to bother
 How are you? Heard you were in town, but I never saw ya
 Tried to call ya, where are ya?
 And Paris, what a beautiful destination
 And perish right by the Eiffel, come now, please don't be spiteful
 Of all my small talk, I think we're overdue a long talk
 When I see kids around the way I say "hey, I'm your dad"
 It gets me thinking of incredible moments we've had
 And on the real I'm trying so hard not to bug you
 But do you think you could stop rapping about my drug use?
 I'm two years clean, no longer a fiend
 Yeah, I'm 57, but I feel 19
 And I love you I swear, Bobby, I know you're there
 And when the time is right I know that you gon' take care
 Of anything I need, of your family
 Can I have some tickets to your next show?
 Would you stand with me?
 Can I have some money for my new honey that's hella fine?
 I forgot to mention I got divorced from your step-mom
 My mind going crazy, but I still look hella calm
 Maybe you could tell *beep*
 I've been feeling under pressure

 Hey, what's up, bro? I didn't want much, man, just calling to see what's going on. I know you're busy. Dad hit me up, it's his birthday today, but I know you know that. Yeah, he calling, he be tryna introduce me to his new chick and stuff, man, I don't know how to handle that. I don't wanna tell him like nah, I ain't trying to meet her off top, you know. So what you think I should do? Text me, I know you're busy, dawg. But he been calling me saying he wanna come down, he wanna bring his new chick and Brenda's like "damn, he really tryna rock out with his new chick" cause you know we all talk to Debbie. But I don't know, I don't know how to tell him this shit so just hit me back whenever you got the time, man, I know there's more shit on your plate. You ain't gotta hit me, dawg, but if you do I'd appreciate it. When you back, love you, do your thing. Swag RattPack all day, boy. Alright, nigga

[Verse 5:]
 Yeah, dear family, I'm so sorry that I've been distant
 Everything changed in an instant, my time has been inconsistent
 I know that you been insisting, I know that birthday I missed it
 I swore I told my assistant, but I guess my mind is in another place
 Thoughts often in another world, I started seeing another girl
 It fell through, man, what a world
 But I'm so focused on my craft, on employing my staff
 Such a perfectionist, I can't even finish this draft
 This letter to the ones I love, the ones that I miss
 Brothers and sisters that hit me up just to reminisce
 Meanwhile people outside of my blood asking for favors
 I don't owe you a fucking thing, you best switch your behavior
 Truly remarkable how I barely know you, but somehow owe you
 When you don't even know 'bout the shit I go through
 We ain't spoken in a while, tell me sister, how your child?
 Come now, girl, give me a smile, come on, girl, don't do me foul
 Sorry I ain't call before, but I'm calling you right now
 I heart that you was popping E, stop resorting to the vile
 How my mama, how she doing, does she know what I'm pursuing?
 I ain't talk to her in years, that relationship she ruined
 But sometimes I wake and wonder just what the fuck I'm doing
 They say family is everything, I swear that shit the truth
 I should spend it all with y'all, but I spend it in the booth
 This is everything I love, this is everything I need
 Never sacrifice this feeling even though my heart it bleed
 This is everything I love, everything I need
 Never sacrifice this feeling even though my heart bleed
 Under pressure, I've been feeling under pressure

 Hey, son, I'm sorry I missed your call today, but I was in an AA meeting. A friend of mine was celebrating four years so I couldn't get you right then. And then when I called you wouldn't even answer or whatever. Just wondering how things are going. Jenn and I aren't together anymore. Living on my own, you know. Anyway, the whole family, even the ones you don't know, my sister, some of your aunts that you've never met are very proud of you. Your cousins just love you too. Anyway, son, I love you, I just want you to know that. And just keep grinding, you know. And I don't wanna hear you joining the Illuminati. Then I gotta jail you out. I love you, son. So

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