Though they say what I'm not, what I've got
I've been Plagued, by these wants, these thoughts
So I say, what I'm not what I've Got
Yelling prey, to these wolves, he gets Caught
So it starts with some Ivy, put some poison in the middle
When your hearts in a jar, got you dealing like a pickle
Put your man in a jail, just to watch his cells sickle
Day one dropping dimes, just to count a couple nickles!
And they do it for the Dollar Dollar Bill Ya'll
Do for money and the thrill y'all!
Pray the nightmares won't kill y'all!
Sold to the lord yah, I don't feel y'all!
I'm under pressure pressure pressure
I've felt this way, since nine eleven eleven eleven!
The doctor's say, I'm under pressure pressure pressure!
You know, I'm really under pressure pressure pressure!
But I won't be your holy diver, holy diver, holy diver, holy diver!
From the manic depression and I can give you the lesson
I can catch the thought, like an interception
I guess I need the tech, so the tech the nician
I mean I put the keys in the f*cking ignition
And then the missiles come, and they a curse
Spitting spurs, in my vocabulur
Just came from the nerve, but you can see the blurb, feel the vibe with every surge
The rhyme in every word and I'm killing em, made it purge!
And they do it for the Dollar Dollar Bill Ya'll
Do for money and the thrill y'all!
Pray the nightmares won't kill y'all!
Sold to the lord yah, I don't feel y'all!
I'm under pressure pressure pressure
I've felt this way, since nine eleven eleven eleven!
The doctors say I'm under pressure pressure pressure!
You know, I'm really under pressure pressure pressure!
But I won't be your holy diver, holy diver, holy diver, holy diver!
But I won't be your holy diver, holy diver, holy diver, holy diver!