​this is what social pressure feels like Clinton Kane

[Intro]
(One, one, two, three)

[Verse 1]
Weighted shoulders out
Heavy daunting mouths
Naked temper now
Feeling there's no doubt

[Verse 2]
All they talk about
Is the way to go
More than nothing else
Heart laid on the floor

[Chorus]
I'm pressed upon
A solid ground I can’t explore
My feet are on but they’re on hold
Been sculptured by the only thing that keeps me from myself

[Hook]
Gotta get up off this road

[Verse 4]
Picture on my mind
Thinking back at times
When I felt the breeze
Cold wind through my knees