Pressure کے بول

I remember when you told me I should go back to the old me Before the Taylor’s and the tattoos Before the Perignon and O.G So far left and it feels so right You sit in the back, telling me how to drive But I need a taste of someone who’s Gonna love me for me and my new attitude Put me in overtime, try to control my mind Had enough of this pressure Don’t give me this pressure It’s weighing down on me I feel like honestly I don’t fuck with this pressure Don’t give me this pressure Feels like voodoo cause I’m always in control I be like: Who do you think you talking to? Ain’t no money or pussy power, no label control my mind Make the rules up as we go and I ain’t bout to stand in line