Mm-noom-ba-deh
Doom-boom-ba-beh
Doo-boo-boom-ba-beh-beh
Pressure pushin' down on me
Pressin' down on you, no man ask for
Under pressure that brings a building down
Splits a family in two, puts people on streets
Mm-ba-ba-beh, mm-ba-ba-beh
Dee-day-da, ee-day-da
That's okay
That's the terror of knowing what this world is about
Watchin' some good friends screamin', "Let me out"
Pray tomorrow gets me higher
Pressure on people, people on streets
Da-da-da, mm-mm
Da-da-da-ba-bum
Okay
Chippin' around, kick my brains 'round the floor
These are the days it never rains but it pours
Ee-doh-ba-buh, ee-da-ba-ba-bop
Mm-bo-bop, beh-lup
People on streets, ee-da-dee-da-day
People on streets, ee-da-dee-da-dee-da-dee-da
It's the terror of knowing what this world is about
Watching some good friends screaming, "Let me out"
Pray tomorrow gets me higher, higher,
high
Pressure on people, people on streets
Turned away from it all like a blind man
Sat on the fence but it don't work
Keep comin' up with love but it's so slashed and torn
Why, why, why?
Love
Insanity laughs under pressure we're breaking
Can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Why can't we give love that one more chance?
Why can't we give love, give love, give love, give love
Give love, give love, give love, give love?
'Cause love's such
an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure
Lyrics submitted by Novartza, edited by lilypace, Venuss24, LHGL
Under Pressure Lyrics as written by John Richard Deacon David Bowie
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I’m under pressure You ain’t built to fill these shoes I’m posted in the backseat leaning
Please don’t stress me out
Oh baby, yeah
But I don’t fold
Under pressure
Yeah, please don’t stress me out
Oh baby, yeah
I don’t fold under pressure
And I won’t fold, so I don’t lose
I’ve been up
And I’ve been down
And my ship sunk
But I ain’t drown
Got my snapping my fingers like
I’m doo-wop singing
People stare at the chain, they like oh I’m blinging
Nothin’ been the same, I’m like oh I’m dreaming
It’s a bad b**ch posted up to the right of me
And rightfully I reserve the right to be with a hottie
About twenty something, intelligent, but also get naughty
The prodigy, I do it wildly, cause that’s what I gotta be
Honestly, I’ve been creating the policy
Acknowledge me as someone who aiming straight for the prophecy
The following I’ve
accumulated, ain’t no apologies
Obviously you hear me now, and you can’t knock the philosophy
Cap it off with cappuccinos
Slicing the tiramisu
Coolie it’s nice to meet you
Introduce you to people
Show you how we be living, and we be doing the most
It’s a la cosa nostra baby look I’m your host
The coolest one in the room eating his pasta
Snapping his fingers in between sipping espana
We looking saucy, it’s all a part of the mantra
Keeping it proper,
young, Swanky, Strange, Sinatra
I’m under pressure
Please don’t stress me out
Oh baby, yeah
But I don’t fold
Under pressure
Yeah, please don’t stress me out
Oh baby, yeah
I don’t fold under pressure
You ain’t built to fill these shoes
And I won’t fold, so I don’t lose
I’ve been up
And I’ve been down
And my ship sunk
But I ain’t drown
We off at every single thing we ..
Did what we gotta
God, my skin is thick as the
armor
I’m f**king off, been ducking, dodging the karma
Trick, I’m a goner, got these n**gas and b**ches on ya
Caught up in the fact that I’m
Not afraid to be myself and take it back and I
Have no sympathy for people acting whack so I
Said, be don’t acting suprised when I attack
Lil’ b**ch, this shit is whack, I’ma attack but
Trust me my
situation is dire
Things that I see when I asleep, lay awake when I’m tired
Maybe the secrets I keep buried inside the fire
Joey’s a snake in the grass, f**king n**ga’s a lier
Sweeping it under the rug doesn’t make it expire
The problem is going to follow you until the problem retire
See they gon’ hate you because you walking a little higher
But I became immune to you b**ches because I’m a rider
I’m under pressure
Please don’t stress me out
Oh baby,
yeah
But I don’t fold
Under pressure
Yeah, please don’t stress me out
Oh baby, yeah
I don’t fold under pressure
You ain’t built to fill these shoes
And I won’t fold, so I don’t lose
I’ve been up
And I’ve been down
And my ship sunk
But I ain’t drown…
➤ Produced by Suli4Q
Album: Joey Cool
Joey Cool & Suli4Q 2018