Under Pressure

I woulda stayed with you till the end of time You were like the reason I became the dude that they despise Bitch I laid with you in this bed of lies Every fucking day, 7:45 a.m. I was late for school But still I stayed home praying that this pain would subside Please, just one time, God heal my ill mind I will find a reason to live before I kill myself Depression almost made me do it, betrayed me And it made me ruthless, I'm fucking crazy, baby No need to label me stupid, already knew it Not a human, I'm a mutant, he was born in the sewer, yeah But still I maneuvered out the gutter Made myself some bread, spreading out the butter Some to my bros, a lot to my mother Swear to God I'm never gonna fail under pressure, getting very close My cell keeps ringing, leave me alone We're not that close, don't call my phone And act like you care now, but you never did (but you never did) All you want is a handout, it's what it always is It's what it always is Jogging your memory I'm reminding you There's so much I was tryna prove Rather than go and buy new shoes I saved a dime or two for some studio time And yes I had anxiety 'cause I was new to rhyming But I knew I had to try it Then was failing school so everything was riding on me Showing up inside the booth And spitting rhymes to blow me up so mom can retire Look at you now, Luke, uninspired from running untired But hell no, failure's not an option, coming down to the wire I feel the weight of the world, my shoulder blades, how they curl Pressure is breaking my neck, ten thousand people expect Me to deliver my soul even when nothing is left Gotta dig deep in my chest, 99 reasons to stress Hell, I be aiming for more, momma she need me to blow 25 years even bro, promised I'd buy her a home I feel the weight of the world I feel the weight of the world (I feel the weight of the world) (I feel the weight of the world) My cell keeps ringing, leave me alone We're not that close, don't call my phone And act like you care now, but you never did (but you never did) All you want is a handout, it's what it always is It's what it always is That's just what it always is, who's then left to call a friend Publicly, I'm crying out for help, nobody offered it The industry would let me die if it meant more views No, they don't care, they're profiting Long as I keep entertaining the audience Fuck it though, if I'm going down in flames, I better tuck and roll Then get it back up with a punctured hole in my lung and a busted nose But I'm still never ducking no punches though My stomach rumbles, I'm under pressure Been hungry for too long, yo, Luke gone, we cutting it close My cell keeps ringing, leave me alone We're not that close, don't call my phone And act like you care now, but you never did (but you never did) All you want is a handout, it's what it always is It's what it always is