Letras: Fishbone. The Reality Of My Surroundings. Pressure.

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

Speed Racer, Takin' in that PRESSURE
PRESSURE is the fear, PRESSURE is the tear

Twist that torcher, torch that PRESSURE
Burnin', 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 sittin' on my face, no Lord
PRESSURE me, huh but nonetheless
This PRESSURE mess, PRESSURE mess is the best

PRESSURE
Is runnin', Runnin' out of time
Boy you 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 see mie x

Prayin' for a breather, but whenz it comin' 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
Cheatin' out the fat man
PRESSURE joke's only for the PRESSURE folks
Fat man, livin' in a skinny land

PRESSURE is runnin'
Runnin' out of time
Boy you 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 turnin' gray
PRESSURE tellin' you to take the gray away
Its' the fear of physical processes
It's the tear of scalp diggin' hair transplant bloodmesses