​pressure Songtext

I pour until I’m empty
And I canʼt stand the pain
I call, but no one hears me
I loved it all in vain
The fame it just offends me
I chase it all the same
I call, but no one’s listening

I got the pressure on me, I got depression on me
Made a profession out of confession that is my testimony
Come to my session you gon see stressin’ over my verses
Besties be cursing while I be blessing homies
Fightin’ demons like Tekken
Tech and Wesson got nothin’ on the weapon on me
Rude boys and mean girls, my friends all went Gretchen on me
Ooh boy, like Sea World
God killed a killer, cleansed a sinner, healed me, but somehow I’m iller
I might pen a thriller fighting wild thoughts
Lʼm Bryson Tiller
I hit my baby like, girl, I’m not crazy, right Chasing this dream that isnʼt just lazy, right
Am I obeying light cuz I prayed tonight
And look my question was how can the blessing keep stressin’ us
She told me donʼt be a pessimist
I guess the Father is testin’ us
Cuz I got all this pressure on me
I canʼt get it off me
I got all this pressure on me
It feel like the only thing keeping me from falling into joy or in the void
Trapped between my purpose and the serpent
Man, I need you, Lord
I canʼt put my faith off in another man
The President just disrespected motherland
The reverend say I must respect Uncle Sam
My brethren he probably got the gun in hand
Everyone just live their life for sun and sand
I’m tryna rap in such a way it make my mother glad
I hope my raps take all the drugs out of my brother’s grasp
I hope my raps push enemies into a lover’s hands

I’m fallin’ down like rain
I pour until I’m empty
And I canʼt stand the pain
I call, but no one hears me
I loved it all in vain
The fame it just offends me
I chase it all the same
I call, but no one’s listening