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PRESSURE
22
Christian & Gospel
PRESSURE was released on April 13, 2026 by VANILLA RECORDS as a part of the album Gospel of the Fighter
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Release DateApril 13, 2026
LabelVANILLA RECORDS
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

Bright lights in my face
Gold teeth, gold plate
Tape tight on my wrists
I was built for this (yeah)
Blood stain on my boots
Mud still on my roots
Whole life was a cage
I chewed straight through
Too smart for the trap
Too sharp, never slack
You can study my tape
Still can't read my stats
Too violent when I snap
Too hungry to relax
Every scar on my skin
Just a check I cash
Crowd roar in my veins
Smell powder, smell pain
I don't pray for an out
I just pray they stay
Can't be beat
Say my name, that's pressure (pressure)
Too much heat
Turn a king to a stretcher
Too good, too smart
Too violent, too hungry
Too locked in
Ain't nothing too much for me
Bright lights, blood and glory
Cameras flashin', that's my story
Too focused, too ugly with the damage I do
Whole world on my shoulders
Still I walk straight through
Big belt on the wall
Still feelin' too small
Every win just a meal
I'm already on call
For the next one, next night
Bare knuckles, red sight
Mama cried on the couch
Now she front row, white lights
Pain talk in my head
"Lay down," I laugh back
"Boy, you came from the dirt
How you scared of a mat?"
Too cold for a fold
Too heavy for hope
If it's me or the world
Then the world get smoked (hey!)
Can't be beat
Say my name, that's pressure (pressure)
Too much heat
Turn a king to a stretcher
Too good, too smart
Too violent, too hungry
Too locked in
Ain't nothing too much for me
Bright lights, blood and glory
Cameras flashin', that's my story
Too focused, too ugly with the damage I do
Whole world on my shoulders
Still I walk straight through
Walkin' out slow in the glitter and flash
But I still hear gravel, I still smell gas
Every bruise, every bill, every long dark night
Got me swingin' at the world
'Til the world swing back right (yeah)
Can't be beat
Say my name, that's pressure (pressure)
Too much heat
Turn a king to a stretcher
Too good, too smart
Too violent, too hungry
Too locked in
Ain't nothing too much for me
Bright lights, blood and glory
Cameras flashin', that's my story
Too focused, too ugly with the damage I do
Whole world on my shoulders
Still I walk straight through
Written by: Charlie Hill
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