Watch Me Now lyrics
Don't you cry, don't you look so sad We both knew somehow this day would come I know you want what is best for me And I need to see you smile From where I started off to where I am
Fear is the curse and today's word is PRESSURE
Too long to count the worry and the strife

Speed Racer, Takin' in that PRESSURE
PRESSURE is the fear, PRESSURE is the tear

Twist that torcher, torch that PRESSURE
Burnin', verbal arm twisting, PRESSURE ear pinching

No remorse, no glory
I sit in the jail cell and I think about that PRESSURE
Thrive no jive, on this mess y'all
Fem

Count On Me lyrics
(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet) Well, you can count on your fingers, And you can count on your toes, Count the freckles on your freckledy face, Or the hairs in Daddy's nose. But you can c

ale sittin' on my face, no Lord!
PRESSURE me, huh but nonetheless
This PRESSURE mess, PRESSURE mess is the best

PRESSURE
Is runnin', Runnin' out of time
Boy u better git your ass home quick
You shorly lie when you get high
On that PRESSURE, PRESSURE kick

PRESSURE!?
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE when I sit down!
PRESSURE when I git up!
When I sle

Under The Oak lyrics
Deep was my anguish and for those words they froze my blood and chained my soul the master had spoken, the truth, not any lies The devil gives and evil takes the things in life t

p at night
Nightmares make me fight PRESSURE

PRESSURE whin uhm vexed
PRESSURE whin I c mie x

Prayin' 4 a breather, but whenz it comin' next?

Oh this world, oh this PRESSURE!
PRESSURE hardened on me there's no help yeh!
It's the pear, It's the fear...PRESSURE!
Cheatin' out the fat man!
PRESSURE joke's only for the PRESSURE folks...
Fat man, livin' in a skinny land

PRES

When The Playas Live lyrics
[Intro/Chorus - Never] (Playas) Mack lack justa messed up the game (Playas) Messed it up for the real playas who gave it the name (Playas, ohwoh ohwoh) Mack lack justa mess

URE is runnin'
Runnin' out of time
Boy u better git your asshole stitched (a fabricated cover-up)
You surely lie when you get high on this
PRESSURE! PRESSURE kick!

PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!

When your hair's turnin' gray
PRESSURE tellin' you to take the gray away
Its' the fear of physical processes
It's the tear of scalp diggin' hair transplant bloodmesses