Pressure

Yeah, I’m slidin’ through the city with a fuck-you kind of grace

Every heartbeat hittin’ heavy like it’s tryna win a race

Got that burn in my chest, got that itch in my veins

Everybody think I’m talkin’ dirty, but it’s just another day of pain

Talk slick? Nah, I talk real

If the truth had a skin, I’d be the one you feel

If the world had a button, I’d be the one you press

And I’m buzzin’ like a signal you can’t put to rest

And they whisper like, “Damn, what’s he meanin’?”

But I ain’t tryna get freaky, I’m just breathin’

Still they read between the lines like they hired a team

I swear folks turn every lyric to a wet-daydream

(Song)

I got static on my tongue, and it sounds so wrong

Got a beat in my chest like a fast-paced song

Everybody think I’m freakin’ when I’m speakin’

But bitch, relax—it’s your mind that’s tweakin’

Yeah, the vibe too hot, feels illicit as hell

But it ain’t about sex, it’s the pressure I sell

But it ain’t about sex, it's the pressure I sell

Call me reckless, call me bold, call me every damn name

I’m just tryna make noise in a world built for blame

When I drop another line, they be staring like I stripped

No, I just took the filter off—the vibe got flipped

No lust here, only storms that I ride

Only fights with myself that I keep deep inside

My metaphors wild, yeah they twist like a knife

But they ain’t about bodies—they’re about my damn life

(And they whisper like)

Like, “Whoa, that’s too spicy.”

But I’m talkin’ ‘bout stress—nothin’ pricey

If your mind’s in the gutter, then that’s you, not me

I’m just screamin’ out the truth with a lil’ profanity

I got static on my tongue, and it sounds so wrong

Got a beat in my chest like a fast-paced song

Everybody think I’m freakin’ when I’m speakin’

But bitch, relax—it’s your mind that’s tweakin’

Yeah, the vibe too hot, feels illicit as hell

But it ain’t about sex, it’s the pressure I sell

I say “fuck,” and they blush

I say “burn,” and they rush

I say “touch,” and they think it’s a sin

When I’m talkin’ ‘bout fire deep under my skin

Don’t blame me for the thoughts that you own

I’m just tryna turn my chaos into tone

If it hits like heat, well damn, that’s cool

But it ain’t what you think—don’t get played like a fool

I got static on my tongue, and it sounds so wrong

Got a beat in my chest like a violent song

Everybody hear the tone and assume I’m freakin’

But bitch, take notes—it's your mind that’s leakin’

Yeah, I ride that line, let assumptions swell

But this ain’t about sex—it’s the tension I tell