Исполнитель: Logic

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Песня: Under Pressure
[Chorus:]
Work so fuckin' much, my greatest fear is I'ma die alone,
Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone.
People callin' me, askin' me for money, man,
The only thing I'ma give you mothafuckas is the dial tone.

[Verse 1:]
Flashbacks of a youngin sippin' that purple Kool-Aid,
Skippin' school with my homies and chiefin' reefer for two days,
Runnin' from the law, livin' how I'm living' fuck 'em all!
Bumpin' Triple Six,
Hennessy in my cup, drivin' through the sticks,
Who the bitch ridin' with me?
Man, the devil tryna get me,
Motivated, undereducated, and hated,
But finally gettin' cake like a happy belated.
Bitch, I made it, we on,
Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it,
Write it, record it, mix it, master it, press it up, unveil it!
Feel like I've been waitin' forever, forever to inherit,
This is war, I declare it,
Time is money, I can't spare it,
Futuristic, so simplistic,
Please, decipher my linguistics.
Slow it down, Robitussin,
I'm the king, ain't no discussion,
And now we blowin' up like spontaneous human combustion.
My consumption is the illest,
Section eight, I know you feel this,
On the come-up where they run up on you for nothing at all,
Brighter than eleven suns, this the first, where my funds?
EBT, that's the card,
I thank God, I thank God, but it's hard, but it's hard.

[Chorus:]
Work so fuckin' much, my greatest fear is I'ma die alone,
Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone.
People callin' me, askin' me for money, man,
The only thing I'ma give you mothafuckas is the dial tone.

[Verse 2:]
Goddamn, goddamn, we at it again!
Me and my homies that know me blowin' up like the Taliban,
Yeah, my stress up, but I'm blessed up,
Fuck around and get messed up.
When I murder the rhyme, I'm livin' divine,
You know that I'm one of a kind,
Lemme get it right now, ho!
Draped up and I'm dripped out right now, ho!
Caked up till I cash out and I got 'em all wonderin' how so.
On the down low haters drown slow,
On the down low haters drown slow,
Oh God, my God, we got it all right!
Oh God, my God, we gotta get it, right?
These fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right?
I said, these fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right?
Tell me that they love me, know damn well that they don't give a fuck,
I be on that finger flippin' killin' shit up in the cut,
That's what's up!
All these bitches out here tryna gas it up,
This is everything I ever wanted, I can't pass it up,
Life changed in a year, couldn't happen fast enough.
"Can I do it like you do it?" that's what they be askin' us.
White Benz, black card, bitch, better get your plastic up,
Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never actin' up,
Live it up, hold on to your dream, don't ever give it up,
Finally had my share of success and, shit, I can't get enough.
Now they know my name through the nation,
‘Cause my single like that good shit, man, always in rotation,
Now they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliations,
Stackin' profit on profit from this music I'm makin'.
Even Jesus had haters, so when you feelin' forsaken,
Tell 'em jealous Judases who this is, and, man, that'll break 'em.
And, bitch, I'm still the same,
Dash of Auto-Tune so y'all can feel the pain,
Broke as fuck back in that basement, not a dollar to my name,
Chasin' fame, chasin' glory, till the day we make a story,
Positive that life ain't mine, bitch, you can take that shit to Maury!

[Chorus:]
Work so fuckin' much, my greatest fear is I'ma die alone,
Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone.
People callin' me, askin' me for money, man,
The only thing I'ma give you mothafuckas is the dial tone.

[Verse 3:]
— Hello, no one is available to take your call.
I been workin' hard, I been searchin' for God,
I been workin' hard, I been searchin' for God.
— Please, leave a message after the tone.
Little brother, this is your sister, you're busy, I get you,
But I insist you call me back ‘cause I miss you.
I wish you well, well, I wish you would call,
‘Cause lately it feel like I'm just not your sister at all, all.
I'm sorry for callin' and bawlin', I'm all in,
And I feel like I'm fallin' lately, it feel like my children hate me.
You tell me I'm beautiful, and yet no man wanna date me,
Haunted by vivid memories of that man who raped me.
And lately I, I feel more and more like mommy, I know I'm me, but still,
You always seemed to pick up the phone and somehow I feel
Better, but you been answerin' me lesser and lesser,
So I resorted to the pills in my dresser, I'm gone.
As as for ..., he left and he ain't comin' back,
I hate the man, if I see him, I swear I tell him that.
No longer cookin' crack in my kitchen, cuttin', sellin' that,
He broke my heart, that relationship been to hell and back.
I been workin' hard, I been searchin' for God,
I can feel the Devil around me as they all applaud,
Promise, you won't forget me, that you'll always be with me,
And even when you gone, I can call whenever he hit me.
Under pressure, I've been feelin' under pressure.

[Verse 4:]
Hey, son, this is your father, don't mean to bother.
How are you? Heard you were in town, but I never saw ya.
Tried to call ya, where are ya?
In Paris? What a beautiful destination
To parish right by the Eiffel! Come now, please don't be spiteful
Of all my small talk, I think we're overdue a long talk.
When I see kids around the way, I say how I'm your dad,
It gets me thinkin' of incredible moments we've had.
And on the real I'm tryin' so hard not to bug you,
But do you think you could stop rappin' about my drug use?
I'm two years clean, no longer a fiend,
Yeah, I'm 57, but I feel 19.
And I love you, I swear, Bobby, I know you're there,
And when the time is right, I know that you gon' take care
Of anything I need, of your family.
Can I have some tickets to your next show?
Would you stand with me?
Can I have some money for my new honey that's hella fine?
I forgot to mention I got divorced from your step-mom.
My mind goin' crazy, but I still look hella calm,
Maybe you could tell ...
I've been feelin' under pressure.

— Hey, what's up, bro? This Ralph, I didn't want much, man, just calling to see what's going on. I know you're busy. Dad hit me up, it's his birthday today, but I know you know that. Yeah, he calling, he be tryna introduce me to his new chick and stuff, man! I don't know how to handle that. I don't wanna tell him like, nah, I ain't tryna meet her off top, you know. So what you think I should do? Text me, I know you're busy, dawg. But he been calling me saying he wanna come down, he wanna bring his new chick and Brenda's like, "Damn, he really tryna rock out with his new chick" ‘cause, you know, we all talk to Debbie. But I don't know, I don't know how to tell him this shit, so just hit me back whenever you got the time, man. I know there's more shit on your plate. You ain't gotta hit me, dawg, but if you do, I'd appreciate it. When you back, love you, do your thing. Swag, RattPack all day, boy! Alright, nigga.

[Verse 5:]
Yeah, dear family, I'm so sorry that I've been distant,
Everything changed in an instant, my time has been inconsistent.
I know that you been insistin', I know that birthday I missed it,
I swore, I told my assistant, but I guess my mind is in another place,
Thoughts often in another world, I started seein' another girl,
It fell through, man, what a world!
But I'm so focused on my craft, on employin' my staff
Such a perfectionist, I can't even finish this draft.
This letter to the ones I love, the ones that I miss,
Brothers and sisters that hit me up just to reminisce,
Meanwhile people outside of my blood askin' for favors,
I don't owe you a fuckin' thing, you best switch your behavior!
Truly remarkable how I barely know you, but somehow owe you,
When you don't even know 'bout the shit I go through.
We ain't spoken in a while, tell me, sister, how your child?
Come now, girl, give me a smile, come on, girl, don't do me foul,
Sorry I ain't call before, but I'm callin' you right now.
I heard that you was poppin' E, stop resortin' to the vowel.
How my mama? How she doin'? Does she know what I'm pursuin'?
I ain't talk to her in years, that relationship she ruined,
But sometimes I wake and wonder just what the fuck I'm doin'?!
They say family is everything, I swear that shit the truth,
I should spend it all with y'all, but I spend it in the booth.
This is everything I love, this is everything I need,
Never sacrifice this feeling, even though my heart, it bleed.
This is everything I love, everything I need,
Never sacrifice this feeling, even though my heart bleed.
Under pressure, I've been feelin' under pressure.

— Hey, son, I'm sorry I missed your call today, but I was in an AA meeting. A friend of mine was celebrating four years so I couldn't get you right then. And then when I did call, you weren't able to answer or whatever. Just wondering how things are going. Jenn and I aren't together anymore. Living on my own, you know. Anyway, the whole family, even the family that you don't know, my sisters and your aunts that you've never met are very proud of you. Your cousins just love you, too. Anyway, son, I love you, I just want you to know that. And just keep grinding, you know. And I don't wanna hear you joining the Illuminati ‘cause then I gotta kill ya. I love you, son, bye

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Люди обращаются ко мне, просят денег, чувак,
Но от меня, уроды, вы получите только длинный гудок.

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