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Logic – Under Pressure (Full Version)



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The official version of Logic’s “Under Pressure” audio off his ‘Under Pressure’ album which is out now on Visionary Music Group / Def Jam.

Produced by Logic.

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25 thoughts on “Logic – Under Pressure (Full Version)
  1. i seriously don't understand how underrated logic is. He actually raps about life and adds personal experiences. He should be rank 1

  2. [Hook]
    Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I'ma die alone
    Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone
    People calling me, asking me for money, man
    The only thing I'mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone

    [Verse 1]
    Flashbacks of a youngin' sipping that purple Kool Aid
    Skipping school with my homies and chiefing reefer for two days
    Running from the law, living how I'm living, fuck 'em all
    Bumping Triple Six
    Hennessy in my cup, driving through the sticks
    Who the bitch riding with me?
    Man, the devil tryna get me
    Motivated, under-educated, and hated
    But finally getting 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 waiting 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 blowing 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
      
    [Hook]
    Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I'mma die alone
    Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone
    People calling me, asking me for money, man
    The only thing I'mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone

    [Verse 2]
    God damn, god damn, we at it again
    Me and my homies that know me blowing 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 living 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 'til I cash out and I got 'em all wondering 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 flipping killing 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 asking us
    White Benz, black card, bitch better get your plastic up
    Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never acting 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
    Stacking profit on profit, from this music I'm making
    Even Jesus had haters, so when you feeling 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
    Chasing fame, chasing glory, 'til the day we make a story
    Positive that life ain't mine, bitch you can take that shit to Maury
             
    [Hook]
    Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I'mma die alone
    Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone
    People calling me, asking me for money, man
    The only thing I'mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone

    [Verse 3]
    (Hello, no one is available to take your call)
    I been working hard, I been searching for God
    I been working hard, I been searching 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 calling and bawling, I’m all in
    And I feel like I'm falling 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 answering me lesser and lesser
    So I resorted to the pills in my dresser, I'm gone
    And as for… he left and he ain’t coming back
    I hate him and if I see him I swear I tell him that
    No longer cooking crack in my kitchen, cutting an' selling that
    He broke my heart, that relationship been to hell and back
    I been working hard, I been searching 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 feeling 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 perish 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 thinking 'bout incredible moments we've had
    And on the real I'm trying so hard not to bug you
    But do you think you could stop rapping 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 going crazy, but I still look hella calm
    Maybe you could tell beep
    I've been feeling under pressure

    [Interlude]
    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 trying to 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 insisting, 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 seeing another girl
    It fell through, man, what a world
    But I'm so focused on my craft, on employing 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 asking for favors
    I don't owe you a fucking 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 calling you right now
    I heard that you was popping E, stop resorting to the vowel
    How my mama, how she doing, does she know what I'm pursuing?
    I ain't talk to her in years, that relationship she ruined
    But sometimes I wake up and wonder just what the fuck I'm doing
    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 feeling under pressure

    [Interlude]
    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

  3. He used a sample from "Eazy Duz It" by Eazy-E, thats the little girl voice.

    It originally went, "He was once a thug from around the way, Eazy, but you shouldn't-"
    The part they mix is "Once a thug from around the", excluding 'way'

    He also used the beat from "Sing about me, I'm dying of thirst"

  4. Lyrics (Some may be wrong)

    Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I'ma die alone
    Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone (Keep doing it, I'm loving it)
    People calling me, asking me for money, man
    The only thing I'mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone

    Flashbacks of a youngin' sipping that purple Kool Aid
    Skipping school with my homies and chiefing reefer for two days
    Running from the law, living how I'm living, fuck 'em all
    Bumping Triple Six
    Hennessy in my cup, driving through the sticks
    Who the bitch riding with me?
    Man, the devil tryna get me
    Motivated, under-educated, and hated
    But finally getting 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 waiting 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 blowing 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

    Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I'mma die alone
    Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone
    People calling me, asking me for money, man
    The only thing I'mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone

    God damn, god damn, we at it again
    Me and my homies that know me blowing 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 living 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 'til I cash out and I got 'em all wondering 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 flipping killing 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 asking us
    White Benz, black card, bitch better get your plastic up
    Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never acting 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
    Stacking profit on profit, from this music I'm making
    Even Jesus had haters, so when you feeling 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
    Chasing fame, chasing glory, 'til the day we make a story
    Positive that life ain't mine, bitch you can take that shit to Maury

    Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I'mma die alone
    Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone
    People calling me, asking me for money, man
    The only thing I'mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone

    (Hello, no one is available to take your call)
    I been working hard, I been searching for God
    I been working hard, I been searching 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 calling and bawling, I’m all in
    And I feel like I'm falling 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 answering me lesser and lesser
    So I resorted to the pills in my dresser, I'm gone
    And as for… he left and he ain’t coming back
    I hate him and if I see him I swear I tell him that
    No longer cooking crack in my kitchen, cutting an' selling that
    He broke my heart, that relationship been to hell and back
    I been working hard, I been searching 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 feeling under pressure

    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 perish 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 thinking 'bout incredible moments we've had
    And on the real I'm trying so hard not to bug you
    But do you think you could stop rapping 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 going crazy, but I still look hella calm
    Maybe you could tell beep
    I've been feeling 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 trying to 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

    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 insisting, 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 seeing another girl
    It fell through, man, what a world
    But I'm so focused on my craft, on employing 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 asking for favors
    I don't owe you a fucking 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 calling you right now
    I heard that you was popping E, stop resorting to the vowel
    How my mama, how she doing, does she know what I'm pursuing?
    I ain't talk to her in years, that relationship she ruined
    But sometimes I wake up and wonder just what the fuck I'm doing
    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 feeling 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

  5. [Hook]

    Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I'ma die alone

    Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone

    People calling me, asking me for money, man

    The only thing I'mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone

    [Verse 1]

    Flashbacks of a youngin' sipping that purple Kool Aid

    Skipping school with my homies and chiefing reefer for two days

    Running from the law, living how I'm living, fuck 'em all

    Bumping Triple Six

    Hennessy in my cup, driving through the sticks

    Who the bitch riding with me?

    Man, the devil tryna get me

    Motivated, under-educated, and hated

    But finally getting 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 waiting 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 blowing 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

    [Hook]

    Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I'mma die alone

    Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone

    People calling me, asking me for money, man

    The only thing I'mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone

    [Verse 2]

    God damn, god damn, we at it again

    Me and my homies that know me blowing 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 living 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 'til I cash out and I got 'em all wondering 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 flipping killing 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 asking us

    White Benz, black card, bitch better get your plastic up

    Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never acting 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

    Stacking profit on profit, from this music I'm making

    Even Jesus had haters, so when you feeling 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

    Chasing fame, chasing glory, 'til the day we make a story

    Positive that life ain't mine, bitch you can take that shit to Maury

    [Hook]

    Work so fucking much my greatest fear is I'mma die alone

    Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone

    People calling me, asking me for money, man

    The only thing I'mma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone

    [Verse 3]

    (Hello, no one is available to take your call)

    I been working hard, I been searching for God

    I been working hard, I been searching 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 calling and bawling, I’m all in

    And I feel like I'm falling 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 answering me lesser and lesser

    So I resorted to the pills in my dresser, I'm gone

    And as for… he left and he ain’t coming back

    I hate him and if I see him I swear I tell him that

    No longer cooking crack in my kitchen, cutting an' selling that

    He broke my heart, that relationship been to hell and back

    I been working hard, I been searching 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 feeling 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 perish 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 thinking 'bout incredible moments we've had

    And on the real I'm trying so hard not to bug you

    But do you think you could stop rapping 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 going crazy, but I still look hella calm

    Maybe you could tell beep

    I've been feeling under pressure

    [Interlude]

    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 trying to 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 insisting, 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 seeing another girl

    It fell through, man, what a world

    But I'm so focused on my craft, on employing 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 asking for favors

    I don't owe you a fucking 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 calling you right now

    I heard that you was popping E, stop resorting to the vowel

    How my mama, how she doing, does she know what I'm pursuing?

    I ain't talk to her in years, that relationship she ruined

    But sometimes I wake up and wonder just what the fuck I'm doing

    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 feeling under pressure

    [Interlude]

    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

    (genius.com/Logic-under-pressure-lyrics)

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