paroles de chanson Pressing - Rocky Lo

The Hate You Gave Little Infant Fuck Everybody
Meaning what you feed us, as seeds grows and blows up in yo face

I gotta stop pressing, I know I was destine
I feel I was made for the game yeah
These bitches be stressing me, feel like they testing
I know that they love ain't the same
Roll up a cut, then I blow out my brains (yeah)
Trying to get rich off this pain
Wanna spend a couple hundred, on my wrist and chain
Don't give a fuck about the fame (yeah)

I gotta stop pressing, that shit have you stressing
When waiting on people to change (yeah)
In love with a devil, she came with a shovel
I seen I was digging my grave
Jeremiah said, love didn't change
My Moma didn't say, that it came with the rain
Sex is a drug addictive, if u let in it can take over yo brain
Gotta go get the money, the pesos
The streets, I explored em Diego
I told em build off the block like lego, get correct and dont let go
They said they wouldn't let you down, but they did it
Destroy you in public, then want your forgiveness
Usely the fakest, they act like the realest
They hurt when you finished, that shit I don't get it
(I feel as doe I'm cheated because, instead of me
Fulfilling my prophecy, I have to start one
Instead of me you know doing a good job
And carrying on the empire, I have to build one
And that's a helleva job for a 21 year old)

I gotta stop pressing, I know I was destine
I feel I was made for the game yeah
These bitches be stressing me, feel like they testing
I know that they love ain't the same
Roll up a cut, then I blow out my brains (yeah)
Trying to get rich off this pain
Wanna spend a couple hundred, on my wrist and chain
Don't give a fuck about the fame (yeah)