The Pressure Rapsody (Ft. Styles P)

[Hook: Rapsody]
Snap back to reality
The pressure

[Verse 1: Rapsody]
Tired, my eyes wired, wanna spin tires
Escape somewhere like the Pirates, [?] moat homey boats
Can get you down there in an hour, silence and bright fire
Loungin’ in light attire, my daddy wanna retire
He’s almost sixty years, he’s everything I admire
Thinkin’ why take a shot, as I plot how I would knot it
I rubber band the retirement, green like Ireland
In lucky Pick 3 eyein’ ‘em, escape environments
And lowly tyrants, ridin’ out in the silence
Hearin the sirens, still feel the chills
The pressure of being ill as this
How the team feel about me like Collin Kaepernick
Started from the bottom and graduated to leadership
City hate but want me to pacify all the pessimists
Ain’t it crazy?
Ain’t it crazy how they all are now behavin’s
Bitch, don’t kill my vibe, understand all that Woody’s not saying
Singin' another tune
Another MF Doom
Wanted two face, be hopin' this tan in your moon