Song parody of
PRESSURE
by Mr. Best
Here's where you get creative! Use our cool song parody creator to make a totally new musical idea and lyrics for the PRESSURE song by Mr. Best.
Simply click on any word to get rhyming words suggestion to use instead of the original ones. You may also remove or alter entire lines if needed — when you're done save your work and share it with our community — have fun!
Uhhh
Look
Look
Way back in my past
I looked at the future
Just listen my art
I'm painting the picture
And playing my part
Resounding endeavor
I'm taking the shot
Enduring the pressure
The light at the end of the tunnel I see it
The superstar living in me I can feel him
The life that I'm living took on a new meaning
My talents were ordained and gifted from heaven
I grind like that Indian at 7 11
Put in in the work from 7 to 11
From AM to PM I grind for that B and
Might ride the beat crazy and make your per diem
Against all the odds
I'm turning the sod
Dead or alive giving my life to God
A man of my word
Don't ever judge
Never be hating or holding a grudge
Stick to the script shaken but never budge
Addicted to hits let me spit out the urge
Fighting these demons Battle of the Bulge
My world is at war with the world and the whoa
I see the flashback
In high school with my snapback
Years before we had snapchat
Raps and poetry in my backpack
Picking fights with my classmates
Rap battles before the term break
Relating stories of a heart break
The thoughts still make my heart ache
Way back in my past
I looked at the future
Just listen my art
I'm painting the picture
And playing my part
Resounding endeavor
I'm taking the shot
Enduring the pressure
Uhhh
Look
Look
Way back in my past
I looked at the future
Just listen my art
I'm painting the picture
And playing my part
Resounding endeavor
I'm taking the shot
Enduring the pressure
The light at the end of the tunnel I see it
The superstar living in me I can feel him
The life that I'm living took on a new meaning
My talents were ordained and gifted from heaven
I grind like that Indian at 7 11
Put in in the work from 7 to 11
From AM to PM I grind for that B and
Might ride the beat crazy and make your per diem
Against all the odds
I'm turning the sod
Dead or alive giving my life to God
A man of my word
Don't ever judge
Never be hating or holding a grudge
Stick to the script shaken but never budge
Addicted to hits let me spit out the urge
Fighting these demons Battle of the Bulge
My world is at war with the world and the whoa
I see the flashback
In high school with my snapback
Years before we had snapchat
Raps and poetry in my backpack
Picking fights with my classmates
Rap battles before the term break
Relating stories of a heart break
The thoughts still make my heart ache
Way back in my past
I looked at the future
Just listen my art
I'm painting the picture
And playing my part
Resounding endeavor
I'm taking the shot
Enduring the pressure
