Pretty Pressure

Name: Pretty Pressure
Duration: 313 s
Description: Pretty Pressure by mBaileyz. From the artist’s lyric sheet: “Pretty pressure, pretty pressure When the flash die down, who hold you together? Pretty pressure,…”

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Intro

Yea, 305 nights, rain on the Lex, pain in the tint This ain't 'bout beauty, this 'bout what that beauty did

Verse 1

Brickell lights on her cheek, but her soul in a blind spot Pretty since middle school, whole room froze when she walked Teachers gave grace, homegirls called it a blessing Whole life gettin picked, now attention feel regular Now every "damn ma" hit like a tiny deposit Brain got trained on applause, now silence feel toxic I seen it in Miami, yachts, sections, fake saviors If the world keep sayin "you enough" off a face card You can start believin love and being wanted the same, huh

Chorus

Pretty pressure, pretty pressure When the flash die down, who hold you together? Pretty pressure, pretty pressure If they stop lookin now, do you still know better? Pretty pressure, pretty pressure Face good, heart tired, nerves under weather

Verse 2

Down in the 954, she post and the phone get fever Hundred blue checks lurkin, not one real healer They fly her to the water, take flicks at the marina Then ghost by Monday mornin, leave her scrollin for a needle That dopamine devil got dressed like validation Now peace feel boring, real dates feel too patient Regular love can't compete with a viral sensation So she call reassurance when she really mean sedation And that ain't weakness, that's conditioning speakin Too many wolves yellin "queen" when they huntin each weekend

Verse 3

Listen, a bad face card ain't armor for the crashout A soft voice don't mean the storm won't tear the house down No filter make discipline, no caption grow a backbone When nobody choose you, can you still sit in your own skin? That's the war right there, room quiet, screen dark No comments in the inbox, just your real heartbeat Who are you when the club close, lashes off, feet sore? When the mirror tell the truth and it don't come with a reward? I ain't preachin from a pedestal, I bled for this wisdom Seen good girls turn restless from a diet of attention

Chorus

Verse 4

IG turned pain to a business, facts One pic, bing bing bing, now the brain chase that Palm Beach to the Bity, everybody sellin a mask Whole feed look rich, whole soul feel taxed You can get ten thousand hearts and still panic in private Still call your homegirl cryin, still feel uninvited Still need somebody to tell you you matter past thirst Cause numbers ain't hands when your chest feel cursed Algorithm got a halo, but that angel take blood Give you sugar every minute, then make plain love feel dull That's why good dudes lose to the rush, not the rival They fightin a casino built inside her survival

Bridge

So nah, I don't hate her, I hate what fed her Hate what taught her "chosen" matter more than gettin better If God cut the lights and the crowd don't clap Would you still feel worthy in your bonnet on the mattress?

Verse 5

Fifth law, build a self can't be rented by applause Find peace off-camera, make your spine your applause Learn love when it's plain, when it slow, when it honest When ain't no one around sayin "bae you the hottest" To the men, stop worshippin looks then cry when it hollow You helped make the monster if the surface all you follow To the women, you more than who reach, who stare, who choose More than soft life dreams and them comment section views 305 made me sharp, pain made me careful Real one gon' stay when the room don't crown you That's the truth in the mud, no perfume, no edits A face may open doors, only character can live in it

Chorus

Outro

No halos in the club light Just humans in the blue light 305, say less Cut the flash

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