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Under Pressure
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Under Pressure was released on December 19, 2025 by Brabo Gator as a part of the album Under Pressure - Single
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Release DateDecember 19, 2025
LabelBrabo Gator
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM58

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brabo Gator
Brabo Gator
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brabo Gator
Brabo Gator
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wess Nyle
Wess Nyle
Producer

Lyrics

What’s up with the bull shit, and the fake shit, feel like everyone’s so weird
My back full of knives and spears,
Can’t trust shit, so I hide my tears
peace turns into beef, then right back to peace, then right back to beef, now we enemies again
Fuck that, I rather us not speak again,
We don’t like each other, why the fuck should we pretend
I’m the way I am cause I’m way too damaged
On the surface I’m easy to love, love me a ton til you you weigh my baggage
Do I cause or attract the runaways,
Never chase someone that I know don’t wanna stay
So scared that I’m bout to break, don’t wanna cave but
Im 6 feet under pressure, still looking for treasure
Depression riding passenger, I’m sinking in this leather
I’m weaving through these rain clouds,
Trying my best to weather
scared that I’m gonna breakdown, shit ain’t getting better
Can’t you see I’m fed up
Fed up with being fed up
This pressure just won’t let up
I’m fed up with being fed up
I can’t deny the truth , What am I to do
True hell starts when you lose yourself, cause there’s nothing left to lose
Watching me go down but you don’t help out, so Who am I to you
You say its love but I know it’s fake
So fuck you too
Im 6 feet under pressure, still looking for treasure
Depression riding passenger, I’m sinking in this leather
I’m weaving through these rain clouds,
Trying my best to weather
scared that I’m gonna breakdown, shit ain’t getting better
Can’t you see I’m fed up
Fed up with being fed up
This pressure just won’t let up
I’m fed up with being fed up
What am I to do, (tell me) Who am I to you
You say its love but I know it’s fake
So fuck you too
Im 6 feet under pressure, still looking for treasure
Depression riding passenger, I’m sinking in this leather
I’m weaving through these rain clouds,
Trying my best to weather
scared that I’m gonna breakdown, shit ain’t getting better
Can’t you see I’m fed up
Fed up with being fed up
This pressure just won’t let up
I’m fed up with being fed up
Written by: Brabo Gator
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