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Intro Video (MV)




Performed By: Space
Language: English
Length: 2:29
Written by: Rocky Willis




Space - Intro Lyrics




Pressure, pressure, my nigga i feel the pressure
I smoke pressure too
It remind me of glue, my weed sticky
Smoking potent purple im picky
It keep my third eye open when life get tricky
When i write i have a message so it gets delivered quickly
Got some buzz on my own, now these niggas want to assist me
Even tho thats not my bitch when i hit she always seem to miss me
My heart gold and im true to myself
So i know its hate if you diss me
My 6th sense cut the snakes before i hear em' hissing
In most of my songs, the hook missing
Dismissing the hate, don't even try it
Don't try sell me a dream cause i won't buy it
Im hungry n' i got the world on my plate
High when i wrote this i smoked about (Nine)

I'm only 21 and it feels like im running out of time & i know why
I feel pressure, i smoke pressure
Tryna get my thoughts aligned and realize my time is mine

Psychedelic master of my own mind
My thoughts will never be confined
Elevated like a vertical line
My flows remind me of a land mine
Each one explosive with ease
It's never what it seems
They act and play they role like a movie scene
Greed is a disease
My heart so cold it freeze
Rest In Peace Capital Steez
Free the robots
News stations switch topics like hopscotch
They corrupt the world while we watch
We was taught to keep our mind in a box
We on divine time, no need for a clock
Make your dreams come true, leave your haters in shock
No static, leave em in the dark like the dust in the attic
I keep going forward even if the past is traumatic
My flow doing backflips you can say im acrobatic
I'm cut from a different fabric
Bout my business like im diplomatic
Not a square, you can't get to the root of me (No quadratic)
I know who really with me, the fake love don't move me
Smoking paradise point, not talking bout a smoothie
Head in the clouds but im never gloomy
Real rap campaign no call of duty
When them millions come im not worried bout a groupie

I'm only 21 and it feels like im running out of time & i know why
I feel pressure, i smoke pressure
Tryna get my thoughts aligned and realize my time is mine
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Pressure, pressure, my nigga i feel the pressure
I smoke pressure too
It remind me of glue, my weed sticky
Smoking potent purple im picky
It keep my third eye open when life get tricky
When i write i have a message so it gets delivered quickly
Got some buzz on my own, now these niggas want to assist me
Even tho thats not my bitch when i hit she always seem to miss me
My heart gold and im true to myself
So i know its hate if you diss me
My 6th sense cut the snakes before i hear em' hissing
In most of my songs, the hook missing
Dismissing the hate, don't even try it
Don't try sell me a dream cause i won't buy it
Im hungry n' i got the world on my plate
High when i wrote this i smoked about (Nine)

I'm only 21 and it feels like im running out of time & i know why
I feel pressure, i smoke pressure
Tryna get my thoughts aligned and realize my time is mine

Psychedelic master of my own mind
My thoughts will never be confined
Elevated like a vertical line
My flows remind me of a land mine
Each one explosive with ease
It's never what it seems
They act and play they role like a movie scene
Greed is a disease
My heart so cold it freeze
Rest In Peace Capital Steez
Free the robots
News stations switch topics like hopscotch
They corrupt the world while we watch
We was taught to keep our mind in a box
We on divine time, no need for a clock
Make your dreams come true, leave your haters in shock
No static, leave em in the dark like the dust in the attic
I keep going forward even if the past is traumatic
My flow doing backflips you can say im acrobatic
I'm cut from a different fabric
Bout my business like im diplomatic
Not a square, you can't get to the root of me (No quadratic)
I know who really with me, the fake love don't move me
Smoking paradise point, not talking bout a smoothie
Head in the clouds but im never gloomy
Real rap campaign no call of duty
When them millions come im not worried bout a groupie

I'm only 21 and it feels like im running out of time & i know why
I feel pressure, i smoke pressure
Tryna get my thoughts aligned and realize my time is mine
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Writer: Rocky Willis
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