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WHOKILLEDXIX - H4LO lyrics

Artist: WHOKILLEDXIX

album: H4LO


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Pressure
Don't try to feel my pressure (Why?)
Don't try to hold my pressure (Why?)
Don't try to take my pressure (Why?)
You cannot hold this pressure
Don't try to feel my pressure (Why?)
Don't try to hold my pressure (Why?)
Don't try to take my pressure (Why?)
You cannot hold this pressure
You get left if you don't get right decked
I'm in your bag like TSA you getting checked
I don't need no crumbs, I need everything you have
I need funds inside a big ass duffle backpack
Playing with me is a fool's game
We lit 'em up like a soufflé
We gonna do some shit that you can't explain
But for us it was Tuesday
They like to pretend I'm not on
Who ain't?
Beat up his noggin
Now that boy shaking
Inside his drawers he got dookie stains -dookie stains
Stay low or else you gonna catch a halo
Payload, I got big body bank roll
Am I wrong if I say I feel like a god?
COD straps I had to equip that ACOG -ACOG
He said I should start packing
I had to pack him out
Got that splinter cell technology I'm finna track you down
Racks on me racks on me, pussy boy who laughing now?
Thick smoke coming out the whip that I was gassing out
Pressure
Don't try to feel my pressure (Why?)
Don't try to hold my pressure (Why?)
Don't try to take my pressure (Why?)
You cannot hold this pressure
Don't try to feel my pressure (Why?)
Don't try to hold my pressure (Why?)
Don't try to take my pressure (Why?)
You cannot hold this pressure
I'm going faster
I'm with the clique like Dasher, Cupid, Comet, Prancer
Blix 'em, tote them dicks thats why a boy got turned into a dancer
I got a magic trick I'll turn that brick behind you to a canvas
Vixen, stashed the whip way up the ally where there ain't no cameras
Yeah, he a saint, he an angel
I feel like knocking him out of his halo, nigga
War on outside
Fuck the hiding nigga take some
I wanna die
Go ahead nigga run up on me and say some
(I need him alive)
If you smoke with niggas you smoking a lanced blunt
I keep getting close to going off it
I'm just counting down the days 'til I off it
The war inside me is constant
The anguish is chronic
My toxic conscious kills everything when I walk in
Turn my pain into content
I carry the weight of coffin
I am exhausted, honest, I needed help for the longest
Fuck all the bitching and talking I'll never die if I off it
My toxic conscious kills everything when I walk in
Turn my pain into content
I carry the weight of coffin
I am exhausted, honest, I needed help for the longest
Fuck all the bitching and talking I'll never die if I off it
-To feel my pressure (Why?)
Don't try to hold my pressure (Why?)
Don't try to take my pressure (Why?)
You cannot hold this pressure
Don't try to feel my pressure (Why?)
Don't try to hold my pressure (Why?)
Don't try to take my pressure (Why?)
You cannot hold this pressure

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