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F.A.W.N. - PR3SSURE 93 Lyrics



F.A.W.N. - PR3SSURE 93 Lyrics




Tired of losing track of time, tired of keeping it
If you take me to the edge you know i'm leaping bitch
Thought I had it under wraps but I can't help but stop the awful thoughts that just keep f*cking leaking in
Hearts been pounding out the back of my chest, touch your neck to my neck, touch your hands to my chest
Sound connection take a breath from one thought to the next, from your toes to head, wants you now in this bed

And i'm a little bit blunt who can blame me, every man just tryna date me all these bitches being shady
Real connections lackin faces, face the matrix, i'm just sayin
Play the game or you'll get played decide your end and where you're saving
I'm a real one, I got real feelings too i'm getting real f*cking tired of these shitty f*cking dudes
Getting real f*cking tired of this shitty f*cking news
Can't we have something new
Isn't peace finally due
Guess not, hear their screamin from the next stop and I cant help but join right on in
Feel my lungs burning up with that pressure medicine, hear the preacher screaming at me tryna free me of my sin
And for a second
Find a solution
Then the music cuts back on and I can't seem to keep it muted
Always knew it
That there really is no end, so we keep smoking on that green
Call that pressure medicine

I smoke pressure
I smoke, I smoke, I smoke
I smoke pressure
I smoke

There's something here in the air
I know you feel it
There's something deep in my heart that need some healing
I can't keep running away and drowning feelings in tequila and green soak my pain then conceal it
Maybe all this time ive just been selfish
Maybe all this time ive been in hell and
Maybe all this time ive been screaming, crying, and begging for someone to finally let me tell it

Under club lights a different bitch, your hubbies coming hoping I can be his mistresses
I'm just tryna get the money, stack my racks and dip
Hit em with a quick trick, take da cash n split
No I ain't sorry dat shit pays my bills and rolls my spliffs
No I ain't sorry that this one gone be a massive hit
Don't leave me behind in the end tho, bitch
Don't leave me behind counting my benzine's bitch

Greenery get the best of me
Greenery got the bestest tree
Green eats green, spending money on that shit indefinitely
I definitely need, the head high helps me ease, all the anxiety running through my head that shit is tiring
Drown it out til I can't think entirely
I might just need
A moment with just me and my weed
A moment with just me and the tree
Give it one last puff then we can dance like the birds and the bees
Got me singing like the birds in the trees
Got me splashin like the waves on the beach
Might just move my baby in for the week, yeah he loving that green, yes he just like me

I smoke, I smoke, I smoke pressure
I smoke pressure
I smoke
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Tired of losing track of time, tired of keeping it
If you take me to the edge you know i'm leaping bitch
Thought I had it under wraps but I can't help but stop the awful thoughts that just keep f*cking leaking in
Hearts been pounding out the back of my chest, touch your neck to my neck, touch your hands to my chest
Sound connection take a breath from one thought to the next, from your toes to head, wants you now in this bed

And i'm a little bit blunt who can blame me, every man just tryna date me all these bitches being shady
Real connections lackin faces, face the matrix, i'm just sayin
Play the game or you'll get played decide your end and where you're saving
I'm a real one, I got real feelings too i'm getting real f*cking tired of these shitty f*cking dudes
Getting real f*cking tired of this shitty f*cking news
Can't we have something new
Isn't peace finally due
Guess not, hear their screamin from the next stop and I cant help but join right on in
Feel my lungs burning up with that pressure medicine, hear the preacher screaming at me tryna free me of my sin
And for a second
Find a solution
Then the music cuts back on and I can't seem to keep it muted
Always knew it
That there really is no end, so we keep smoking on that green
Call that pressure medicine

I smoke pressure
I smoke, I smoke, I smoke
I smoke pressure
I smoke

There's something here in the air
I know you feel it
There's something deep in my heart that need some healing
I can't keep running away and drowning feelings in tequila and green soak my pain then conceal it
Maybe all this time ive just been selfish
Maybe all this time ive been in hell and
Maybe all this time ive been screaming, crying, and begging for someone to finally let me tell it

Under club lights a different bitch, your hubbies coming hoping I can be his mistresses
I'm just tryna get the money, stack my racks and dip
Hit em with a quick trick, take da cash n split
No I ain't sorry dat shit pays my bills and rolls my spliffs
No I ain't sorry that this one gone be a massive hit
Don't leave me behind in the end tho, bitch
Don't leave me behind counting my benzine's bitch

Greenery get the best of me
Greenery got the bestest tree
Green eats green, spending money on that shit indefinitely
I definitely need, the head high helps me ease, all the anxiety running through my head that shit is tiring
Drown it out til I can't think entirely
I might just need
A moment with just me and my weed
A moment with just me and the tree
Give it one last puff then we can dance like the birds and the bees
Got me singing like the birds in the trees
Got me splashin like the waves on the beach
Might just move my baby in for the week, yeah he loving that green, yes he just like me

I smoke, I smoke, I smoke pressure
I smoke pressure
I smoke
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Writer: Chasey-Lynn Baber
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F.A.W.N. - PR3SSURE 93 Video
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Performed By: F.A.W.N.
Language: English
Length: 3:01
Written by: Chasey-Lynn Baber

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