Lyrics:
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Snug-up fit as you need
Great fix, you ready?
Yeah, let's do this thing alright, suckas
I got one question for y'all:
How's the air quality? What?
Does it
Jamaica
Moderately high air pressure will cover the NE and (where else?)
The Deep South, Small danger of (what?) Fruit frost!
Hot and humid nights can be
Down, down, you can see them all
Rising gaily to the top
Keep on rising babe, you know you got a long drop
You better cling 'cos it's the done thing
Feel the vapor pressure drop as the dark
steam pours out the entrance
Real cold world is swirling in to a club that keeps the life world out
Where
Enta in de dance, plug it in and we begin,
Crowd up in de center, they watch (be dibidim),
Watch de way we drop it in a mixed timin',
Rise
"pressure" 'cause that's what I apply (brrt)
P-P-P-Pressure applied, can't fuck a regular guy
Wetter than umbrellas and stickier than apple pie (brrt, ooh)
and the gravel all meet
Goin' back to the well gonna visit old friends
And feed my soul where the blacktop ends
Give me some fresh air give me that farm
Give
to me, gotta get to me
You gotta spread your wings and start flying.
Like a drop of rain, gotta find the way
Don't hit the brakes, just come and crash
Please God can you understand me, bless my family
Guide us all, before we fall into insanity
I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin' warlike
Drop
I want you to understand something
That when I come up in this bitch, I want the fans jumping
I want the fists pumpin' in the air, I don't look
In this American metropolis filled with MC's
A Tribe Called Quest came to drop jewels wit' ease
Plus make you party, we do this music thing for
the pressure, feeling the pressure( falling down down down)
Our cars are burning fossil fuel, daily
Carbon’s in the air, threatening
Plastic everywhere, maybe,
Place your bet
on the best
the fastest horse
you can find
Drop yourself
in the grass
breathe the air
at last
Hold on tight
don't fall down
There was a high pressure low developing off the coast of Africa,
Uplift in the atmosphere pushed waves
Across the ocean towards Antilles and Bon
even (tryna get even)
Haters mad for whatever reason (let it go)
Smoke in the air (hey), binge drinkin' (ah)
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle
and blow that shit in the air
They talk about me, but I don't care
Engine in the back, the trunk is not in the rear
With a bad bitch, the wind blowing
leaving insecurity behind me,
The environmental pressures got me down,
I don't need no sedatives to pull me round,
I don't need no sleeping pills
the air
No one seems to give a damn
No one seems to care
There'll be no submission, no surrender
Release, release, release the pressure
Tear off the mask
(Streets are burnt-out shells and insurance jobs)
(Temporary spell and hell in a drop)
(Drops of hell like some divine comedy)
(It won't sell
Burnin' rubber, and wheels of fire
A nomad's life on the open road
Storm is a comin', a deadly choir
Pressure's mounting gonna overload
Can't
wonder why I can't smile
A knot in my gut
An ape on my back
In the heat of the moment
I'm knocked off the track
You drop the ball
I pick up
the way I be standin on business
Imma real artist dese words like graffiti
She look at me like she just wanna eat me
Write in the air and its like you can
my window and eat my muffin
Oh no, this guy wants to talk to me
Better close my eyes and catch some z's
This pressure's got me in a haze
I feel it
When this world starts a-reelin'
From that pressure drop feelin'
We're just treading water each day
There's a way to feel better
Be well set
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