Pressure

I can flip it for the high, I drop bodies on the low

I do a lot of things you know, and a lot of things you don't

Illegal weapons in my pocket when I'm walkin out the house

Saw you typin, heard you talkin, you got lost were never found

If I go off don't stay around, I'ma drop you then I'm out

Then it's back into the cut, drag me back into the mud

Anything or any reason just to keep me from the sun

I ain't hidin' I ain't seekin' if you see me better run

I ain't lyin, you a *****, you gon' regret it if you don't

Find your body six months later coexisting with the mold

Flow existing like a god, infinite can't never stop

OmenXIII beat the odds, XIII ain't on the clock

XIII ain't part of time, XIII cannot be stopped

XIII can never die, XIII won't ever flop

OmenXIII black shirt black jeans, you can feel it when you pass me

Feel the chills up in your spine because of all the darkness I bring

Because all the pain inside me is something, I can't contain

And It's something that I hate, something I just can't negate

So I struggle with the feeling of feeling every day

And I struggle with the feeling of breathing when I just can't

And I struggle with the feeling of only making mistakes

So I struggle with the feeling of only feeling my pain

But I don't struggle with the feeling of not, seeing the light

I'm a candle in the dark, lantern in the night

Planters on the steps, switchblades in the sky

Dead man on the floor, no tears in my eyes

No feeling inside, that feeling of mine

When I die every night, I used to cry every night

I used to be the person that needed a personal connection with everybody that I knew

But then when I got it, I was still scared

Scared of my life, and scared for myself

Scared of never gettin the picture

Never wanna be the one to die alone

But I still still wanna be the one to make the difference

Never wanna be the one that can't be strong

I wanna be the roots, I wanna be the trunk, I wanna be the branches

I wanna be the leaves, I wanna be the blossom that I imagine

I wanna be the roots, I wanna be the trunk, I wanna be the branches

I wanna be the leaves, I wanna be the blossom that I imagine

But I can't be everything, what you see is what you see

No one left to pick you up, but I will never let you down

But I can't be everything, what you see is what you see

No one left to pick you up, but I will never let you down