Under Pressure - GAWNE, ATLUS

I woulda stayed with you till the end of time

You were like the reason I became the dude that they despise

Bitch I laid with you in this bed of lies

Every fucking day, 7:45 AM I was late for school

But still I stayed home praying that this pain would subside

Please, just one time, God heal my ill mind

I will find a reason to live before I kill myself

Depression almost made me do it, betrayed me

And it made me ruthless, I'm fucking crazy, baby

No need to label me stupid, already knew it

Not a human, I'm a mutant, he was born in the sewer, yeah

But still I maneuvered out the gutter

Made myself some bread, spreading out the butter

Some to my bros, a lot to my mother

Swear to God I'm never gonna fail under pressure, getting very close

My cell keeps ringing, leave me alone

We're not that close, don't call my phone

And act like you care now, but you never did

All you want is a handout, it's what it always is

It's what it always is

Jogging your memory I'm reminding you there's so much I was tryna prove

Rather than go and buy new shoes, I saved a dime or two for some studio time

And yes I had anxiety 'cause I was new to rhyming but I knew I had to try it

Then was failing school so everything was riding on me

Showing up inside the booth

And spitting rhymes to blow me up so mom can retire

Look at you now, Luke, uninspired from running untired

But hell no, failure's not an option, coming down to the wire

I feel the weight of the world, my shoulder blades, how they curl

Pressure is breaking my neck, ten thousand people expect

Me to deliver my soul even when nothing is left

Gotta dig deep in my chest, ninety nine reasons to stress

Hell, I be aiming for more, momma she need me to blow

Twenty five years even bro, promised I'd buy her a home

I feel the weight of the world

I feel the weight of the world

(I feel the weight of the world)

(I feel the weight of the world)

My cell keeps ringing, leave me alone

We're not that close, don't call my phone

And act like you care now, but you never did

All you want is a handout, it's what it always is

It's what it always is

That's just what it always is, who's then left to call a friend

Publicly, I'm crying out for help, nobody offered it

The industry would let me die if it meant more views

No, they don't care, they're profiting

Long as I keep entertaining the audience

Fuck it though, if I'm going down in flames, I better tuck and roll

Then get it back up with a punctured hole in my lung and a busted nose

But I'm still never ducking no punches though, my stomach rumbles, I'm under pressure

Been hungry for too long, yo, Luke gone, we cutting it close

My cell keeps ringing, leave me alone

We're not that close, don't call my phone

And act like you care now, but you never did

All you want is a handout, it's what it always is

It's what it always is