The Elle - No Pressure lyrics

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The Elle - No Pressure lyrics

[Verse 1: Vee Miyagi] Feeling the pressure of feeling depression Like it could all end in the split of a second Too lost to be living for blessings Too real to be giving my essence to people who shouldn't exist in my presence Gravity getting too comfortable all on my back And this gun on my lap, I could teach 'em a lesson I lost you around the same time that I found myself I saved you from the same waters that I drown myself Currently these currents flowing too rapid You wouldn't give a damn to stop the flooding Damn, I hate giving my all to you Knowing that it's for all nothing All of that bluffing Lack of the love that I trusted I guess you was just growing too I guess Me and You is where Us went Can't put the blame all on you I gotta own up to my battles You know I was born by myself, right? So really this isn't a challenge Just tripping, we looking for balance Slipping, we looking for friction Lifting this pressure for fitness Don't care if you seen it, God has witnessed Baby, I was meant to climb Mount Olympus Run through the tape, Imma finish Cause I got the goal all in my vision And I'll never let you show me limits No Pressure [Hook: The Elle] Submerged under water I can't take it no more No More But I rise up to the surface And watch my spirit soar [Verse 2: Sunnie Storm] I ain't got it Swear to God, I ain't got it Nothing but hopes and dreams in my pocket Heart on my sleeve Lipstick on my blue collar sh** ain't easy Hard work when you working hard Pothole road, easy street, that road close Old clothes walked in by an old soul Loved a ribbon in a sky Now it's his lullaby Something to remember you by Played games in the bye week Said bye that damn week, you had to teach me a lesson Now I'm giving you the lecture May god bless you sh**... Master of my own fate, just got my 3rd degree Burning for answers, giving you the 3rd degree Drown the in tears You a trip, I'm a trip Trip by sea, see out the souls of the woes that know that Running through the streets after six ain't sh** It don't add up Smoke and mirrors, broken mirror, seven years bad luck I swear I can't take it But there's no giving up I swear I can't take it but I'm never giving up No Pressure

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