Pressure

What if I don't want the shit they sold me?

Is it bad to say I miss the old me?

I feel like I'm sinkin' slowly

I'm so fuckin' tired of coping

All this pressure, I might break, uh

So much pressure, I might break, uh

You can't see the weight I'm holding

Don't know how much more I can take on

What if I don't want the shit they sold me?

Is it bad to say I miss the old me?

I feel like I'm sinkin' slowly

I'm so fuckin' tired of coping

All this pressure, I might break, uh

So much pressure, I might break, uh

You can't see the weight I'm holding

Don't know how much more I can take on

I told my family, "I won't be sad when I'm rich," hang on

Why the fuck this money ain't been fixin' shit, though?

I got a bag and everybody need they fix, huh

Hope that I got it, I'll be wrong if I don't give it, huh

Maybe I like the abuse

'Cause it remind me of my parents when I'm fightin' with you

I don't really think they hearin' what I write in the booth

Sometimes I wanna be like Chase and give my life to this noose, huh

But fuck it, I'm still fightin' through

I made a song 'bout gettin' sober, I'm still high as the roof

And right now I'm way too fucked up to be out drivin' this Coupe

Yo, this shit way deeper than music, I've been writin' my truth, uh

What if I don't want the shit they sold me?

Is it bad to say I miss the old me?

I feel like I'm sinkin' slowly

I'm so fuckin' tired of coping

All this pressure, I might break, uh

So much pressure, I might break, uh

You can't see the weight I'm holding

Don't know how much more I can take on