Good Pressure - ¡MAYDAY!

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To who I was

One time for my ace with the mace

Gotta get away from this place

Hollywood hills and dreams of the taste

Of the good life too bad I’m stuck in the rat race

No trace of the person I was

Even though a motherfucker got a buzz I swear I ain’t abusing these drugs

But I used to care a lot more if I got love

Now I’m Mike Fox in a silver box Delorean

Hop to the future trying write my story and

I can’t disappear off this polaroid

Jump to the front grab the wheel time to steer into the orient

So far from the soylent fiends for the green I’m a meme with a poignant

Blurb for the herbs

Never mince my words while I spit on the curb looking up at these birds

One time for the real believers

Struck a chord with the underachievers

And my mans with the bloody cleavers

And them bitches with the disco fevers

See the things I fight with are like ghosts

They haunt me on a personal note

Fuck a toast let’s smoke

Forgot what I wrote cause it dont matter yo

Lost faith in the process and my heroes

Never got props from my pops for the steelo

Man it don’t stop gotta rock for my folks

Even though hope ain’t got hope under kino’s

Put a noose up but the crew never choked

I’m a elope with my ho up to Hiro’s

Hit a drink till we both fall on the floor

While the whole world rocking out to placebo’s