Under Pressure Songtext
I'm under pressure
Please don't stress me out
Oh baby, yeah
But I don't fold
Under pressure
Yeah, please don't stress me out
Oh baby, yeah
I don't fold under pressure
You ain't built (built) to fill these shoes (shoes)
And I won't fold (fold), so I don't lose (lose)
I've been up (up)
And I've been down (down)
And my ship sunk (sunk)
But I ain't drown (yeah yeah)
I'm posted in the backseat leaning
Got my snapping my fingers like I'm doo-wop singing
People stare at the chain, they like oh I'm blinging
Nothin' been the same, I'm like oh I'm dreaming
It's a bad bitch posted up to the right of me
And rightfully I reserve the right to be with a hottie
About twenty something, intelligent, but also get naughty
The prodigy, I do it wildly, cause that's what I gotta be
Honestly, I've been creating the policy
Acknowledge me as someone who aiming straight for the prophecy
The following I've accumulated, ain't no apologies
Obviously you hear me now, and you can't knock the philosophy
Cap it off with cappuccinos
Slicing the tiramisu
"Coolie it's nice to meet you"
Introduce you to people
Show you how we be living, and we be doing the most
It's a la cosa nostra baby look I'm your host
The coolest one in the room eating his pasta
Snapping his fingers in between sipping espana
We looking saucy, it's all a part of the mantra
Keeping it proper, young, Swanky, Strange, Sinatra
I'm under pressure
Please don't stress me out
Oh baby, yeah
But I don't fold
Under pressure
Yeah, please don't stress me out
Oh baby, yeah
I don't fold under pressure
You ain't built (built) to fill these shoes (shoes)
And I won't fold (fold), so I don't lose (lose)
I've been up (up)
And I've been down (down)
And my ship sunk (sunk)
But I ain't drown (yeah yeah)
We off at every single thing we had harbored
Did what we gotta
God, my skin is thick as the armor
I'm fucking off, been ducking, dodging the karma
Trick, I'm a goner, got these niggas and bitches on ya
Caught up in the fact that I'm
Not afraid to be myself and take it back and I
Have no sympathy for people acting whack so I
Said "Be don't acting suprised when I attack"
Lil' bitch, this shit is whack, I'ma attack but
Trust me my situation is dire
Things that I see when I asleep, lay awake when I'm tired
Maybe the secrets I keep buried inside the fire
"Joey's a snake in the grass, fucking nigga's a liar"
Sweeping it under the rug doesn't make it expire
The problem is going to follow you until the problem retire
See they gon' hate you because you walking a little higher
But I became immune to you bitches because I'm a rider
I'm under pressure
Please don't stress me out
Oh baby, yeah
But I don't fold
Under pressure
Yeah, please don't stress me out
Oh baby, yeah
I don't fold under pressure
You ain't built to fill these shoes
And I won't fold, so I don't lose
I've been up (up)
And I've been down (down)
And my ship sunk
But I ain't drown
Please don't stress me out
Oh baby, yeah
But I don't fold
Under pressure
Yeah, please don't stress me out
Oh baby, yeah
I don't fold under pressure
You ain't built (built) to fill these shoes (shoes)
And I won't fold (fold), so I don't lose (lose)
I've been up (up)
And I've been down (down)
And my ship sunk (sunk)
But I ain't drown (yeah yeah)
I'm posted in the backseat leaning
Got my snapping my fingers like I'm doo-wop singing
People stare at the chain, they like oh I'm blinging
Nothin' been the same, I'm like oh I'm dreaming
It's a bad bitch posted up to the right of me
And rightfully I reserve the right to be with a hottie
About twenty something, intelligent, but also get naughty
The prodigy, I do it wildly, cause that's what I gotta be
Honestly, I've been creating the policy
Acknowledge me as someone who aiming straight for the prophecy
The following I've accumulated, ain't no apologies
Obviously you hear me now, and you can't knock the philosophy
Cap it off with cappuccinos
Slicing the tiramisu
"Coolie it's nice to meet you"
Introduce you to people
Show you how we be living, and we be doing the most
It's a la cosa nostra baby look I'm your host
The coolest one in the room eating his pasta
Snapping his fingers in between sipping espana
We looking saucy, it's all a part of the mantra
Keeping it proper, young, Swanky, Strange, Sinatra
I'm under pressure
Please don't stress me out
Oh baby, yeah
But I don't fold
Under pressure
Yeah, please don't stress me out
Oh baby, yeah
I don't fold under pressure
You ain't built (built) to fill these shoes (shoes)
And I won't fold (fold), so I don't lose (lose)
I've been up (up)
And I've been down (down)
And my ship sunk (sunk)
But I ain't drown (yeah yeah)
We off at every single thing we had harbored
Did what we gotta
God, my skin is thick as the armor
I'm fucking off, been ducking, dodging the karma
Trick, I'm a goner, got these niggas and bitches on ya
Caught up in the fact that I'm
Not afraid to be myself and take it back and I
Have no sympathy for people acting whack so I
Said "Be don't acting suprised when I attack"
Lil' bitch, this shit is whack, I'ma attack but
Trust me my situation is dire
Things that I see when I asleep, lay awake when I'm tired
Maybe the secrets I keep buried inside the fire
"Joey's a snake in the grass, fucking nigga's a liar"
Sweeping it under the rug doesn't make it expire
The problem is going to follow you until the problem retire
See they gon' hate you because you walking a little higher
But I became immune to you bitches because I'm a rider
I'm under pressure
Please don't stress me out
Oh baby, yeah
But I don't fold
Under pressure
Yeah, please don't stress me out
Oh baby, yeah
I don't fold under pressure
You ain't built to fill these shoes
And I won't fold, so I don't lose
I've been up (up)
And I've been down (down)
And my ship sunk
But I ain't drown
