《Pressure Cooker(Explicit)》歌词

[00:04:02] (Where have you been?)

[00:04:02] (Where have you been?)

[00:04:02] (Where have you been!?)

[00:04:02] I've been busy, get-get-get off my nuts

[00:04:02] I've been busy, busy, doing stuff

[00:04:02] Copper Gone, I had to take my time

[00:04:02] To get my life together, put everything in line

[00:04:02] Sage Francis, no need for me to tell 'em

[00:04:02] I’m from the Epic Beard Men, I'm steady representing'

[00:04:02] Strange Famous

[00:04:02] And slow and steady wins the race, f**kface

[00:04:02] This is a letter to the editor sent in an envelope

[00:04:02] Sealed shut by some candle wax

[00:04:02] Shipped by an olden only show pony, with a carry sack

[00:04:02] The only thing that I overnight express is myself through song

[00:04:02] But it takes too long to reach the intended listener

[00:04:02] When it gets delivered wrong

[00:04:02] Never knew the words to the school bus sing along so I stayed off

[00:04:02] While I organized my chaos I was like "Biotch, bring it on"

[00:04:02] Pick ‘em up, your stupid self-esteem is low

[00:04:02] Put ‘em down if they’re just feeling incredible about themselves

[00:04:02] For no good god damn reason though

[00:04:02] Never saw the need to boast

[00:04:02] They were standing on the shoulders of a giant, so defiant

[00:04:02] But his feet are so, Jesus

[00:04:02] [?

[00:04:02] Barely even know if it appears as if I hate your guts

[00:04:02] It’s just, both sides of my bed are the wrong one, and I’m always waking up

[00:04:02] Plus, I don’t care to defend sides of myself that I don’t like much

[00:04:02] I am what I am that’s all that I am, b******t don’t got that right touch

[00:04:02] Let the better half I punch, and push, and scratch it’s way out

[00:04:02] Get on all fours put a saddle on your back and let the pain mount

[00:04:02] I’m off to the races, gentlemen place your bets

[00:04:02] Running in circles, turning their heads, eventually you could break their necks

[00:04:02] The bookie collects, don’t play the victim when it happens

[00:04:02] Lower the stakes before you try to burn the witches at ‘em

[00:04:02] It’s the business of a Madam when the brothel has a profit loss

[00:04:02] The best of the best survive the cut and the rest get auctioned off

[00:04:02] They serve the Molotov, so Mazel Tov

[00:04:02] Forefathers of stability in this industry have ridiculously fallen off

[00:04:02] Chalk it up to blackboard, fingernail, crescendos

[00:04:02] That was my jam when I was ten, but I was deaf though

[00:04:02] I didn’t understand that I wasn’t landing a deal at all, it was a death blow

[00:04:02] Whistling Dixie through a hell hole then I went pro

[00:04:02] Active-Retro even though I paid my dues

[00:04:02] Losers hate playing a game that they can’t win so they always change the rules

[00:04:02] And I keep up, putting coffee into my tea cup

[00:04:02] Try to cut me down when I take a stand? Good luck

[00:04:02] ‘Cause I got legs like a tree trunk

[00:04:02] They say anger is a gift, I’m very gifted

[00:04:02] And if ignorance is bliss then I’m a Sado-Masochist

[00:04:02] Mastered the passion for the sake of stripping it from all its pleasure

[00:04:02] Got a treasure chest collapsing under pressure

[00:04:02] Get-get-get off my nuts

[00:04:02] I've been busy, busy, doing stuff, Copper Gone

[00:04:02] I had to take a minute to get my sh*t together

[00:04:02] Otherwise I was finished, Sage Francis

[00:04:02] No need for me to tell 'em, I tried to keep from yellin’

[00:04:02] But I'm steady representin' Strange Famous

[00:04:02] And slow and steady wins the race, f**kace

[00:04:02] I been treating a vacant lot as if it’s a destination spot

[00:04:02] Picked a hell of a depression to set up my shop

[00:04:02] Master of tragic-comic timing

[00:04:02] Mellow drama you understood, a sensei to some

[00:04:02] Hyperventilating praying for the end of days to come

[00:04:02] By selling survival kits, New Testament bibles to Zionists

[00:04:02] And training wheels to professional cyclists, it’s like this

[00:04:02] Plucking petals from your frame, She-Loves-Me-Not and goes nowhere

[00:04:02] I pump my tires while you pump my brakes, I thought it was no fair

[00:04:02] Spent several sessions giving away precious possessions

[00:04:02] During an endless recession, turned repentance to oppression

[00:04:02] Pressure into a permanent first impression

[00:04:02] I’m the last of my kind so I side-step your health inspection

[00:04:02] There’s a difference between gambling addiction and making love to Lady Luck

[00:04:02] Erectile Dysfunction and being afraid to f**k

[00:04:02] The pressure’s always building, I simply can’t wait to erupt

[00:04:02] Both sides of my bed are the wrong one and I’m always waking up

[00:04:02] (Always waking up, always waking up)