Blood Pressure - Ryan Carter

Look, blood is pressed

It stays up blood is pressed, it stays up blood is pressed

Straight up!

I’m sitting eating hor d’oeuves.

pressed

On a vacay, need a break from my work

24 years since my birth

On this planet called Earth

Reppin my city that look like Hell, until I go back

To Heaven, Hell, or a hole in the dirt, it’s anybody’s guess

Whichever come first

Stressin', I’m sweatin', I’m guessin'

Look at my albums, that’s sessions of insane expressions

I beat my meat when I feel threatened

I’m in the court like judge commit me, I got filthy obsessions

Man this surely luck, wasn’t destined

I still got friends who been with me since Kenan & Kel

We eating confetti, and then when we fight, I drop like a log

Nick pulled a machete!

whoa!

Don’t get that close to him jigga!

Funny thing about talkin' about the three amigos

Is that we make little fights bigger

I’m pulling a weapon and squeezing the trigger

They mad at me, this ain’t no croissant man, coincidentally

This is that late night Netflix after three

Man this why my right-hand was mad at me

Dick is in agony

Man, my butthole’s the tightest, my views are biased

My albums are bogus, my life is in crisis

My goals are misguided, the country’s divided

I think I just gotta, thank God that we got it, pressed

I don’t know what I’ll do about it

We look like we got shanked, and we all finished college

We honest and modest, oh gosh!

Systolic’s up for a long time really long time, BONSAI!

Diastolic’s up for a long time really long time, BONSAI!

It stays up blood is pressed, it stays up blood is pressed

It stays up blood is pressed,

It stays up blood is pressed

Look, I ain’t gonna say that I’m wack or nothin'

Cuz that implies on my dick or somethin'

If I’m wacking somethin' its my cock you dummy

You expect that, nothin' less or over, What!

Where that blowjob that you offered, yo

Not from you girl, where my vacuum go?

I just sold it off on my eBay DANG!

I’m always bout my business fam

It is what it is, ask the fans to forgive

You gotta come to Michigan and see how we live

At 7−11 getting coffee and chips

High blood pressure from eating this sodium-laced crap

Ain’t this a trick!

Be quiet I’m grindin a ghost

For someone with no story, I swear I can make up the most

Stop worryin' about what happens next

I am just worried the fans will praise me less

I’m still not famous enough, I need a little more yes

I am convinced I’m the only one left thats still rocking a compass man

Systolic’s up for a long time really long time, BONSAI!

Diastolic’s up for a long time really long time, BONSAI!

They stay up I feel pressed, They stay up I feel pressed

They stay up I feel pressed,

They stay up I feel pressed

B.B. King just died, my face it frowns

An inspiration for me, I can’t let him down

My daily faux pas, go into account

When you see me at Krogers or

Walmart, don’t hesitate, just point me out

Now I’m talkin hardcore jive, in the airport line

Yeah my crotch is leaking but you can’t inspect it

Million dollar bail, judge I object it!

Intellegent, never been dyslexia

I pay my phone bill and neglect it

Asphyxiate myself with anesthetics

At the bottom of the rap game, it’s depressing

Record after record, you take me off your playlist

Cut my own brakes, must have a death wish

At the gun range shooting, with depression

Blasting holes in my CDs all together

I blew em apart, to put em back together

Systolic’s up for a long time really long time, BONSAI!

Diastolic’s up for a long time really long time, BONSAI!

It stays up blood is pressed, it stays up blood is pressed

It stays up blood is pressed,

It stays up blood is pressed