paroles de chanson ROM3///PR3SSUR3 - DAMAG3

(I got)
Points on my card so a bitch get flown (get flown)
Points on the board, but I don't keep score (she score)
I'm finna spit 10 bars, but I got 6 more
I only got one day, so I'm finna build Rome
(Build Rome)
Get gone if you ain't getting grown
(Get gone)
Wake up at 6 in the morn
(To build Rome)
Do some shit that awake your soul
(Your soul)
I only got one day so I'm finna build Rome
(Build Rome)

I got a lotta ambition
I smoked too much pot, that I forgot
I gotta pay for my pot to piss in
Painfully optimistic
Trading in all of my sins
Waiting for god to listen
They want apologies and I believe
That maybe I could get a bit of y'all forgiveness, but
They never fail to mention
They treat my transition like a transgression
Asking "why can't you be cis?"
Bitch, I can't help it
It's like how I fiend for the green
You would think I was a damn Celtic
Get in between me and my dream I'm never ambivalent
I feel like Freddie the way I Butcher the beat
I never had to ask Benny (Griselda sounds)
Never leave the house without a damn bevvy
Doctor got word of my flow said I am septic
So all you nonbelievers better accept it
When you see me on the TV better act friendly
And when your girl see me on the street, she come take a selfie

(I got)
Points on my card so a bitch get flown (get flown)
Points on the board, but I don't keep score (she score)
I'm finna spit 10 bars, but I got 6 more
I only got one day, so I'm finna build Rome
(Build Rome)
Get gone if you ain't getting grown
(Get gone)
Wake up at 6 in the morn
(To build Rome)
Do some shit that awake your soul
(Your soul)
I only got one day so I'm finna build Rome
(Build Rome)

Bitch you guessed it (bitch you guessed it)
I am under pressure (I'm under pressure)
I feel depressed, then exceptional in quick succession
Quick success can get into your head if you let it
And I am no exception
I had a song go nuts and then I stopped writing for like a month
I had a song go bust and I almost gave up
I wrote a dozen motherfucking 16s
And I couldn't shake the feeling I was stagnating
Couldn't shake the fucking feeling that
The people in my circle wanna hurt me
Seeing Visions of me 6 feet in the dirt and y'all dispersing
(Holy shit did you just use the word 'dispersing' in a rap?)
(Yo this bitch nerdy on god)

Ok that's fair, but I'm worried about hitting a plateau
But instead of working harder I might smoke a fat bowl
And get all in my head,
Talmbout "I'll never be shit"
I avoid the thing I love the most in life bc I know that
I could be successful if I let myself feel welcome
Everybody say I'm special
But half the people that I meet are selfish
They just got something to sell me
They just sending instrumentals
Sometimes it's ghostwriters hittin my line
Like "please can I help you?" (Man fuck a ghostwriter)
And I tell em "fuck off"
Leave me bee (buzz off)
Girlies in my DMs tryna scissor
Act surprised when they get cut off
Rappers ride my dick, and they tryna ride my coattails
I just Tell 'em "oh well"
I just wish that I could fly straight
But I got a lot of dead weight
I'm under pressure

Bitch you guessed it (bitch you guessed it)
I am under pressure (under pressure)
I feel depressed, then exceptional in quick succession
Quick success can get into your head if you let it
And I am no exception