Pressure

[Verse 1: YellowBunny]
(Yeah) (Yeah)
Taken back
I couldn't handle the pressure
The motive I lack is taken back with the measure of the drink in my hand and all the shit that I think
I keep drowning in the liquor, I black out once a week
And all these people don’t think, they be too quick to assume
When they see a homie falling, they just add to the fuel
Then ask what happened to you, how did you fall off the path?
I been alone and I keep falling, where the fuck were you at?
Homie I been getting sad, I been alone with my raps and all the liquor getting thicker man, I think I might pass
I been getting sad, I been alone with my raps and all the liquor getting thicker man, I think I might pass

[Chorus: YellowBunny]
I needed out and I ain't ever looking back
I been a feinder all my life, but now I lay it on the track
Chasing the clout, ended in another trap
It's like addiction always follow me, my demons got my back
And now I down another bottle, drown my sorrows, more tomorrow
I ain’t ever hit the throttle, hard to swallow, more to borrow
And these kids be skipping meals, so their momma get their fills
I been feeling like I'm wasting all my time
Got more to kill

[Hook: YellowBunny]
No, she never used to be like this
High like this
I like this (Nah) (Nah)
She used to roll up after school drinking O.E piss
Notice this, homie's lit

[Bridge: YellowBunny]
She used to try to play it cool, half her people see it too
Used to roll up after school just to meet someone like you
Now her light is getting dim and her life is falling down
Need someone to pick her up but they left her on the ground

[Hook: YellowBunny]
No, she never used to be like this
High like this
I like this (Nah) (Nah)
She used to roll up after school drinking O.E piss
Notice this, homie's lit
No, she never used to be like this
High like this
I like this (Nah) (Nah)
She used to roll up after school drinking O.E piss
Notice this, homie's lit

[Outro: YellowBunny]
I needed out and I ain't ever looking back
I been a feinder all my life, but now I lay it on the track
Chasing the clout, ended in another trap
It's like addiction always follow me, my demons got my back
And now I down another bottle, drown my sorrows, more tomorrow
I ain't ever hit the throttle, hard to swallow, more to borrow
And these kids be skipping meals, so their momma get their fills
I been feeling like I’m wasting all my time
Got more to kill (Yeah) (Yeah)