Under Pressure - Joey Cool, Suli4Q

I’m under pressure

Please don’t stress me out

Oh baby, yeah

But I don’t fold

Under pressure

Yeah, please don’t stress me out

Oh baby, yeah

I don’t fold under pressure

You ain’t built (built) to fill these shoes (shoes)

And I won’t fold (fold), so I don’t lose (lose)

I’ve been up (up)

And I’ve been down (down)

And my ship sunk (sunk)

But I ain’t drown (yeah yeah)

I’m posted in the backseat leaning

Got me snapping my fingers like I’m doo-wop singing

People stare at the chain, they like oh I’m blinging

Nothin' has been the same, I’m like oh I’m dreaming

It’s a bad bitch posted up to the right of me

And rightfully I reserve the right to be with a hottie

About twenty something, intelligent, but also get naughty

The prodigy, I do it wildly, cause that’s what I gotta be

Honestly, I’ve been creating the policy

Acknowledge me as someone who aiming straight for the prophecy

The following I’ve accumulated, ain’t no apologies

Obviously you hear me now, and you can’t knock the philosophy

Cap it off with cappuccinos

Slicing the tiramisu

«Coolie it’s nice to meet you»

Introduce you to people

Show you how we be living, and we be doing the most

It’s a la cosa nostra baby look I’m your host

The coolest one in the room eating his pasta

Snapping his fingers in between sipping espana

We looking saucy, it’s all a part of the mantra

Keeping it proper, young, Swanky, Strange, Sinatra

I’m under pressure

Please don’t stress me out

Oh baby, yeah

But I don’t fold

Under pressure

Yeah, please don’t stress me out

Oh baby, yeah

I don’t fold under pressure

You ain’t built (built) to fill these shoes (shoes)

And I won’t fold (fold), so I don’t lose (lose)

I’ve been up (up)

And I’ve been down (down)

And my ship sunk (sunk)

But I ain’t drown (yeah yeah)

We off at every single thing we had harbored

Did what we gotta

God, my skin is thick as the armor

I’m fucking off, been ducking, dodging the karma

Trick, I’m a goner, got these niggas and bitches on ya

Caught up in the fact that I’m

Not afraid to be myself and take it back and I

Have no sympathy for people acting whack so I

Said «Be don’t acting suprised when I attack»

Li’l bitch, this shit is whack, I’ma attack but

Trust me my situation is dire

Things that I see when I asleep, lay awake when I’m tired

Maybe the secrets I keep buried inside the fire

«Joey's a snake in the grass, fucking nigga’s a liar»

Sweeping it under the rug doesn’t make it expire

The problem is going to follow you until the problem retire

See they gon' hate you because you walking a little higher

But I became immune to you bitches because I’m a rider

I’m under pressure

Please don’t stress me out

Oh baby, yeah

But I don’t fold

Under pressure

Yeah, please don’t stress me out

Oh baby, yeah

I don’t fold under pressure

You ain’t built to fill these shoes

And I won’t fold, so I don’t lose

I’ve been up (up)

And I’ve been down (down)

And my ship sunk

But I ain’t drown