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Lucky Daye - Apply Pressure lyrics

Artist: Lucky Daye

album: Candydrip (Deluxe)


I'm shootin' my shot again, applyin' pressure
He tryna lock you down, but don't let him
Mami, tell me how I put it down, ain't no better
This love, it'll knock you down, it don't let up
Who in the room? Who in the (uh-uh)? It don't measure
Holla at you, excuse 'em but don't bless 'em
Comin' soon, me and you, apply pressure
Tell your crew that's it's true and don't stress us
Ooh, you run away, oh, don't walk away
You're tellin' me to go, I need me to stay
I got in on your mind, seen it on your face
I'm crashin' from behind, I don't need no brakes
It's all ours, in your dark thoughts, hit my line
It's off course, bring it back, baby, and rewind
Is you lost or can we talk more? Hit my line (uh)
I ain't pointin' blames, but that body wrong
Fuckin' up my brain, girl, you turn me on
I, I, I saw you two times, I'm in your loop now, replay it
I don't mean to make you stay here, but before you go ('fore you go)
I'm shootin' my shot again, applyin' pressure
He tryna lock you down, but don't let him
Mami, tell me how I put it dow, ain't no better
This love, it'll knock you down, it don't let up
Who in the room? Who in the (uh-uh)? It don't measure
Holla at you, excuse 'em, but don't bless 'em
Comin' soon, me and you, apply pressure
Tell your crew that's it's true and don't stress us
And if I'm listenin' to my ego
We would've left alone, never worry 'bout anywhere we go (hey, ooh)
You gave me a winding road, you keep my wheels turnin' (turnin')
You gave me my starry rose, stay until the mornin', ooh-ooh-ooh
I ain't pointin' blames, but that body wrong
Fuckin' up my brain, girl, you turn me on
I, I, I saw you two times, I'm in your loop now, replay it
I don't mean to make you stay here, but before you go ('fore you go)
I'm shootin' my shot again, applyin' pressure
He tryna lock you down, but don't let him
Mami, tell me how I put it down, ain't no better
This love, it'll knock you down, it don't let up
Who in the room? Who in the (uh-uh)? It don't measure
Holla at you, excuse 'em, but don't bless 'em
Comin' soon, me and you, apply pressure
Tell your crew that's it's true and don't stress us
I'm applyin' pressure

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