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No Pressure
Soma79
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Nah, no pressure
Just another pill for good measure
Pull another coin from the treasure, now
Everybody feel better
Nah, no pressure
Just another pill for good measure
Pull another coin from the treasure, now
Everybody feel better
No pressure, no pressure
Someone take my ticket and get me a roll to wash down with it
A water bottle hole that fits under the spigot
Jiggering on my neck with a spine erect
Pulling down yellow specks, looking for a neck
I'm already wrecked, concentrated self-respect
Double dose to get the same effect
Hyper-connect, BA, BA, startup to select
We all got 30 lives, time to take a dirty drive
Co-ed heads, let's ride, don't fear the outside
I'm supply-side, fungicide, a father full of lies, sigh
What can I say, I'm a giver
When someone stands between me and a sliver
Here, take my liver before form or quivers
A quiver is a word held back in the palm
Delivered at dawn, pack me a palm
But please don't sweater
Somebody take another measure
Nah, no pressure
Just another pill for good measure
Pull another coin from the treasure, now
Everybody feeling better
My main trendsetters got a brain like cheddar
But the same lame fretters are writing complaint letters
Hello from my vendor, I learned to use a blender
She just returned to sender so I'm feeling rather slender
I'm sweaty but stable, getting wetty with Mabel
She's the reason why Red Bull should have a warning label
A product mainly to born fables at top of well-worn tables
Followed by burning faces between the turntables
I just can't resist when I swallow some bliss
Flip a kiss to a twist, it's all on the wrist
Ain't that a bitch? I'm feeling the itch
To pop another six and rip another sniff
Stick it in the shift and lift this trip as I flip this whip to lick some more drip
When things go blip, I need a snow sip
Already to go quick from some lovely little lips
Bubbling non-committal hips, twigs like brittle sticks
I want to fiddle the shit like a devil swiddle tricks
We're all a bit sick, full of middle-kid misfit
With drug abuse lisps that used to be crisp
Till my pacifier crack fire burns like black tires
With a snap back, ire on tracks that won't expire
Now I got the Benz and I see no ends
No more money to spend, getting spun on weekends
And I really hate my drug-doubled freaky ass friends
Yeah, blood pressure
Call the bud getter, draw the suds wetter
Start to regret her so I can learn to love better
A roach in the tray, a coach for a day
A smoking on lay, a poke without pay
No vibrant clothes, just blinds that close
A 9-month doze and a mind on froze
A wind-down pose and an offline nose
A rhinestone rose, a tied-down repose
A phone with no ring, a throne with no king
A bone with no wing, a stone with no sting
Alone, I'll sing a poem with no cling
To an unknown fling who moans out everything
Nah, no pressure
Just another day for good measure