Machine Gun Kelly - PRESSURE

Part I

[Intro: Machine Gun Kelly & SlimXX, Both]
La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
The diamonds are symbolic of all the pressure they put on me until I shined
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la)
My life is symbiotic, with the culture, I can never ever lose the vibe
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la)
Make sure they roll one up for me, 'cause it's been a long ride
(La-la-la)
We doin' this one for Money T, keep his name alive (Yeah)
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
Hold up

[Verse]
I know how to make an entrance
I hop out the truck in a fur with some henchmen (Wuh)
You can skip the introduction
I'm introverted, I don't want your attention (Hm)
Stand on whatеver I say, I say it to your face, I don't do it in mentions (For rеal)
I believe God had put me to Hell, so that I can learn me a lesson
I was eleven (Damn)
Sharin' a bed with my dad but didn't have a bedroom
Ain't no recession (Yeah)
Six of us in a Ford Explorer, didn't have legroom
Everything's destined (So)
It was inevitable I take on his aggression
Mad at the world 'cause I'm feelin' rejected
Guess that I gotta die to be a legend
Part II

[Interlude: SlimXX & Machine Gun Kelly]
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-uh-la, la-la-la-la (Turn up)

[Verse: Machine Gun Kelly & Dua Lipa]
Holy shit
Showin', showin' naked ass
C-Town, bring them slaps out (Out; boom, boom, boom)
Open the toilet and took a piss
Open my mouth I'm talkin' shit (Uh)
Open accounts, 'cause this money don't fit in the safe
My accountant can't count this shit (Brr, hm)
This look counterfeit
If I wear it, it's priceless, can't count the fit (Yeah)
Stacked it up tall as a mountain is (Yeah)
I grow money on trees like a botanist
When you droppin' this? Right now
I just made the hardest shit I ever heard, right now
Wait a minute
Look where I was, and where I'm at right now
In a plane with no passengers in it
Over Cleveland, 'bout to touchdown
I got the car keys in the Carhartt
I don't need 'em, know I push and the car start (Skrr)
I got the icing like a Pop Tart
And I stay spittin' fire like a Charizard (Ah)
I used to be broker than a floor heater
Way back in the day when I was openin' for Wiz Khalifa (Yeah)
I just got myself out of an misdemeanor
He said that he wasn't there, I told him that I wasn't either (I wasn't)
I broke every bone except my middle finger (Fuck you)
Only had a heartbreak once, I won't have two
Free Young Thug, pourin' two liter
Why's everybody singin' like they Dua Lipa? (Yeah)
La, la-la, la-la, la-la-la-la, yeah
Part III

[Intro]
Ayy, we doin' this shit one take
Greenlight, don't stop, go

[Verse]
I wear chains with my shirt off when I get my dick sucked
And she keep it in her throat like she got the hiccups
I ain't talkin' 'bout no mouth though if we hit the lick up
I don't sell, I used to snort this shit, open that brick up
I don't give a fuck about who streamin', pull the list up
I'm a father, look at what I did to raise these kids up
There won't be a day I need a vest under my zip up
'Cause every time they tried to send the shot, it always missed us (Duh, drr)
I heard that shit in real life, I do not fear the afterlife
My cousin tried to suffocate me
He said the voice in his head was Jesus Christ
Healin' my bruise with a piece of ice
I held on myself when I needed a family
Instead I was left with my own device
Swallowed the pill like a piece of rice
I slept in the alley, had demon nights
That's when I house off Leroy
I saw my friend's eyes change
Now he just a body with no soul
I been in the game, got a lot of exes
Look like a cheat code (Ah)
I had a couple rappers leavin' out the spot with their teeth broke (Shh)
You can see the Double Rs when I creep slow (When I creep slow)
You can't have my dick if you can't deepthroat (No)
Yeah, turn up my voice, make this beat low
I create the wave, but I don't own no beach clothes
Lately I made a lot of enemies
Lately I been goin' through it mentally
So I gotta palm a rock, in a pocket protectin' my energy (Uh)
Spiritually you couldn't measure me (No)
My soul has been here for a century (Yes)
We came out of high school together
And now he tweakin' of the methamphetamine
[Interlude]
La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
We throwin' Ls like
La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
Real up the way shit
La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
You see those double Xs
La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
We outside, bitch
La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
Throwin' Ls like
La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
Real Cleveland shit
La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la
You see those double Xs
We outside, bitch

[Outro]
Yeah, meet me on floor thirteen

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