MadChild - Pressure lyrics

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MadChild - Pressure lyrics

[Scratch Hook] [Verse 1] My brain is on the fritz, I'm at my wits And I rhyme one line, but can't find another that fits in Missing, too many pieces to the puzzle Maybe I should buy some alcohol so I can guzzle it down To dry my sorrows and borrow some inspiration I'm feeling total devastation. This is horrible, it's f**ing terrible I can't get one done, no fun, it's unbearable Sittin' on the floor, bored out of my skull Pressure, instead of fresher, I'm getting duller No color, it's bad, I can't stand the rain No pain, no gain. I must maintain my train of thinking Sinking, down the drain into the sewer Who were you to say what I'm doing wrong with my song Don't trip, get a grip, It's as the tip of my tongue About to rip, but lost the thought, I'm too high-strung It's like a ball of confusion. Another dimension With no direction, beyond comprehension Rest for time, I'm racing against the clock A mental block, I can't stand the pressure [Scratch Hook] [Verse 2] Can't session, falling deep into depression About to blow a fuse, I could use some suggestions Questions dangle as I strangle my binder Kind of like war digging deep into my core For more creativity, give it the best shot that I got Not forgotten, jotting down every thought Not stable, I stand firm while shaking ground Down on my luck, stuck in a bad situation Facing the facts, I sit back in my bed Veins bulging out the side of my head Eyes are red, dead weight on my shoulders When I hold the [?] Nothing comes out, no doubt my mind is broken Smoking cigarettes, I figure it'll help calm my nerves And I'm nervous, feel like I'm out of surface Which words to choose to loose my possession on my mission Wishing for the best, less pressure [Scratch Hook] [Verse 3] Clenching my fist as I mention the list of tension Building on the third verse You might have heard worse but I'm cursing and cussing sh**, quit your fussing. Man, I'm just discussing There's not enough action. Too many distractions I ride the side track when I should stay on course Not trying to get my face on the cover of the source Just forcing, thoughts on to paper with the [?] Still haven't made it, complicated like a rubik's cube Watching the tube as I slouch on the couch Knuckles cracking, lacking financial [?] Racking my brain to gain concentration Aggravation, must bust the frustration Constipation of the dome, home lounging Scrounging like a scavenger Haven't ya ever been there before (fore) Feel the pressure [Scratch Hook]