Abhi the Nomad - Pressure lyrics

I FEEL PRESSURE OOOH BABY IM A HEADCASE YOU CAN SEE IT ON MY FACE YEAH AND IM WALKING ROUND WITH DEADWEIGHT, UH I GOT GOOSE EGG WALK WITH NOTHING BUT A LOOSE LEG YOU CAN SEE IT IN MY POSTURE YOU MIGHT SEE IN THE NEWSSPREAD, uh ‘Bout the older days I feel the bone chip off my shoulder blades As I wait for the world The weight of the world Keeps my head from ever staying sober, hey But as the pressure refines Iʼm like a dark black coal about to turn to a diamond My sobriety is waiting for the better days I know that heaven waits for me to wake up And fly back home to Neverland I thought Iʼd Take a minute just to figure it out Many minutes gone still flipping the style They throwing shade like the more you shine the bigger the cloud Livinʼ in lyric well if only I had written it down Sippinʼ the liquor and thinking bigger than many men 50 cent before Eminem Another gem in the sediment Only scared of irrelevance, well I guess itʼs looking imminent now To run the world while itʼs spinninʼ around I write my life like its revelations A saint, ignoring the temptations Some diving in while I, sit on the fence waiting Not the type to frame my ribbon for tenth place Then, sit here waiting for the next race itʼs basic Donʼt know what fashion is Was never a gymnastic kid But Iʼll bend over backwards just to find out who I am again Had to move away just to get closer with my fam again Funny how the pressure makes the man a gem Donʼt wanna be stuck here living in a routine Just writing my woes in a looseleaf Trying new things with the crew See, weʼve been kicking it for so long Bruce Lee My gramps had the right state of mind He was right behind me in ʼ99 Now that heʼs ghosting, Iʼma make his legacy ring loud till Iʼm oldie I had a doubt or two, energy is slipping off that Mountain Dew Found my enemy inside addiction, made that mountain move Houses moved since April ʼ93, I had a Cloudy mood ʼTil I found that soul that Iʼm arousing to - only one Questions I had asked about existence never outted truth Thought maybe I should settle down and clean it like them spouses do But in this day and age of modern media consumption Iʼm a sour dude When I lay awake inside the coffin will my flowers move? Thereʼs two sides to this confession Feel the pressure in my blood from waiting fans, complacent misdirection Graduated with a knowledge in essays Still canʼt figure out if Iʼm dead inside or dead weight, here, here Listen up with clear ears Many nights are filled with tears, but plenty times Iʼve commandeered myself Iʼm dear to love the one that keeps me grounded near myself So I donʼt float too far down rabbit holes, here Windowʼs locked in this Welcome to my Welcome to my Welcome to my (marbled)