LOW PRESSURE (feat. sabishii desu)

I've been keeping my music on the down low Once you hear this shit, you know you about to download Now go look me in the face and bow slow Everybody always caught up in a mouse hole Tripping up Tripping up Tripping up Tripping up Am I made for this? Am I good enough to get paid for this? Am I good enough to throw shade for this? Am I gonna find a voice for myself when I'm always stuck on the top shelf? But I don't know 'Cause I don't have answers I'm a dancer Stick out like a sore thumb, Rudolph, call me Prancer I'm upcoming, and I hope you notice Keep up on the grind, not losing my focus Bloom like a lotus You might think my words are bogus It's a crime to pay more than a dime Not when it comes to my shows, that's fine I'm the watermelon, fake fans are the rind Show up as a true one and be kind I always want to spread a message about positivity People think it's cheesy No one listens to me They know I'm nice, but they see right through me Hurting my feelings, real shit, not a movie Focus on the words, not whether it's groovy Tried to put me under pressure, can't fool me Fuck the program I'm my own man Got these people hating Ima throw hands Ima blow like the show up Got your bitches on me, go and cope now Made a couple bands Now I'm so proud Fuck the program I'm my own man Got these people hating Ima throw hands Ima blow up like the show up, show up I've been slacking off when it comes to making music I can barely sing, yeah, guess I need some tuning The world is nuts, but I keep on moving Can't be a lazy ass on the couch and drooling Music is my passion and has been for my whole life But I give up from time to time I know it'll work out, walk out in the morning and hear the birds now Anything to keep me peaceful Mind in a spiral, but no sequel Low pressure, like a tire going flat This shit's not good, makes you feel like crap But think, low pressure within you is key Like the key in a car, big heart within me I admit that my arms are wimpy I admit that my jokes are shitty I admit that my songs are filthy I admit that I am not winning I admit while I write this, I'm grinning I admit that my music takes forever to finish And fuck it, that's life Don't let others try to bring you down I'm royalty, yeah, I'm not stacking crowns for others I don't know what it's like to have a brother But I have good friends and that is enough Well, family too, for when times are tough The hope is they support my music career And if not, I won't cry a river of tears Fuck the program I'm my own man Got these people hating Ima throw hands Ima blow like the show up Got your bitches on me, go and cope now Made a couple bands Now I'm so proud Fuck the program I'm my own man Got these people hating Ima throw hands Ima blow up like the show up, show up