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  • Текст песни Logic - Under Pressure

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    [Hook]
    Work so fucking much, my greatest fear is I'ma die alone
    Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's the milestone
    People calling me, asking me for money, man
    The only thing I'ma give you mother fuckers 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, undereducated, 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 8, I know you feel this
    On the come up, what they run up on you for nothing at all
    Brighter than eleven suns, this the first, where my funds?
    EBT has the car, I thank God, I thank God
    But it's hard
    But it's hard

    [Hook]

    [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 for size, they just a mirage, right?
    I said these fuckers for size, 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 bands, 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
    Bitch I'm still the same
    Dash of auto tune so you 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

    [Hook]

    [Outro]
    I been working hard, I been searching for God
    I been working hard, I been searching for God
    Little brother, this is your sister, you're busy, I getcha
    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...

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