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Lyrics PRESSURE – Machine Gun Kelly

Part I

La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la..
The diamonds are symbolic of all the pressure
They put on me until I shined
My life is symbiotic, with the culture
I can never ever lose the vibe
Make sure they roll one up for me
‘Cause it’s been a long ride
We doin’ this one for Money T
Keep his name alive
La-la-la, la-la-la-la..
Hold up

I know how to make an entrance
I hop out the truck in a fur with some henchmen
You can skip the introduction
I’m introverted, I don’t want your attention
Stand on whatever I say, I say it to your face
I don’t do it in mentions
I believe God had put me to Hell
So that I can learn me a lesson

I was eleven
Sharin’ a bed with my dad
But didn’t have a bedroom
Ain’t no recession
Six of us in a Ford Explorer, didn’t have legroom
Everything’s destined
It was inevitable I take on his aggression
Mad at the world ’cause I’m feelin’ rejected
Guess that I gotta die to be a legend

Part II

La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-uh-la, la-la-la-la
Turn up

Holy s**t
Showin’, showin’ naked ass
C-Town, bring them slaps out
Open the toilet and took a piss
Open my mouth I’m talkin’ s**t
Open accounts, ’cause this money don’t fit in the safe
My accountant can’t count this s**t
This look counterfeit
If I wear it, it’s priceless, can’t count the fit
Stacked it up tall as a mountain is
I grow money on trees like a botanist
When you droppin’ this Right now
I just made the hardest s**t I ever heard, right now
Wait a minute

Look where I was, and where I’m at right now
In a plane with no passengers in it
Over Cleveland, ’bout to touchdown
I got the car keys in the Carhartt
I don’t need ’em, know I push and the car start
I got the icing like a Pop Tart
And I stay spittin’ fire like a Charizard
I used to be broker than a floor heater
Way back in the day when I was openin’ for Wiz Khalifa
I just got myself out of an misdemeanor
He said that he wasn’t there, I told him that I wasn’t either
I broke every bone except my middle finger
Only had a heartbreak once, I won’t have two
Free Young Thug, pourin’ two liter
Why’s everybody singin’ like they Dua Lipa
La, la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la, yeah

Part III

Ayy, we doin’ this s**t one take
Greenlight, don’t stop, go

I wear chains with my shirt off when I get my d!ck sucked
And she keep it in her throat like she got the hiccups
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no mouth though if we hit the lick up
I don’t sell, I used to snort this s**t, open that brick up
I don’t give a f**k about who streamin’, pull the list up
I’m a father, look at what I did to raise these kids up
There won’t be a day I need a vest under my zip up
‘Cause every time they tried to send the shot, it always missed us

I heard that s**t in real life, I do not fear the afterlife
My cousin tried to suffocate me
He said the voice in his head was Jesus Christ
Healin’ my bruise with a piece of ice
I held on myself when I needed a family
Instead I was left with my own device
Swallowed the pill like a piece of rice
I slept in the alley, had demon nights
That’s when I house off Leroy
I saw my friend’s eyes change
Now he just a body with no soul
I been in the game, got a lot of exes
Look like a cheat code

I had a couple rappers
Leavin’ out the spot with their teeth broke
You can see the Double Rs when I creep slow
You can’t have my d!ck if you can’t deepthroat
Yeah, turn up my voice, make this beat low
I create the wave, but I don’t own no beach clothes
Lately I made a lot of enemies
Lately I been goin’ through it mentally
So I gotta palm a rock, in a pocket protectin’ my energy
Spiritually you couldn’t measure me
My soul has been here for a century
We came out of high school together
And now he tweakin’ of the methamphetamine

La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
We throwin’ Ls like
La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
Real up the way s**t
La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
You see those double Xs
La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
We outside, b**ch
La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
Throwin’ Ls like
La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
Real Cleveland s**t
La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
You see those double Xs
We outside, b**ch

Yeah, meet me on floor thirteen…

➤ Written by Machine Gun Kelly, SlimXX, BazeXX, Charlie Handsome, Ghostrage & Joe Reeves
Produced by SlimXX, BazeXX, Charlie Handsome, Ghostrage & Joe Reeves
Machine Gun Kelly | 2023

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