Pressure

(альбом: The Reality Of My Surroundings - 1991)

Fear is the curse and today's word is PRESSURE
Too long to count the worry and the strife

Speed Racer, Taking in that PRESSURE
PRESSURE is the fear, PRESSURE is the tear

Twist that torcher, torch that PRESSURE
Burning, verbal arm twisting, PRESSURE ear pinching

No remorse, no glory
I sit in the jail cell and I think about that PRESSURE
Thrive no jive, on this mess y'all
Female sitting on my face, no Lord!
PRESSURE me, huh but nonetheless
This PRESSURE mess, PRESSURE mess is the best

PRESSURE
Is running, Running out of time
Boy u better git your ass home quick
You shorly lie when you get high
On that PRESSURE, PRESSURE kick

PRESSURE!? PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE when I sit down!
PRESSURE when I git up!
When I sleep at night
Nightmares make me fight PRESSURE

PRESSURE whin uhm vexed
PRESSURE whin I c mie x

Praying 4 a breather, but whenz it coming next?

Oh this world, oh this PRESSURE!
PRESSURE hardened on me there's no help yeh!
It's the pear, It's the fear...PRESSURE!
Cheating out the fat man!
PRESSURE joke's only for the PRESSURE folks...
Fat man, living in a skinny land

PRESSURE is running
Running out of time
Boy u better git your asshole stitched (a fabricated cover-up)
You surely lie when you get high on this
PRESSURE! PRESSURE kick!

PRESSURE!
PRESSURE!
PRESSURE! PRESSURE!

When your hair's turning gray
PRESSURE telling you to take the gray away
Its' the fear of physical processes
It's the tear of scalp digging hair transplant bloodmesses