Under Pressure Lyrics - Under Pressure - Logic

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 

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 

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I thank God, I thank God, but it's hard, but it's hard 

Work so fucking much my greates fear is imma die alone 

Every diamond in my chain yeah thats a milestone 

People calling me asking me for money man 

the only thing imma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone 

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 

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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 

Work so fucking much my greates fear is imma die alone 

Every diamond in my chain yeah thats a milestone 

People calling me asking me for money man 

the only thing imma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone 

(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 

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 

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 heard 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