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DC The Don – Fight Or Flight 🙁 Lyrics
[Intro]
There’s nothing keeping me dead
Fall in love with pressure
Fall in love with pressure
[Chorus]
Fall in love with pressure, it’s too much weight on my head
Girl, I wish I knew as much as I do, I suffocate in the air
Fight or flight response or fucked up, there’s nothin’ else keeping me there
Now you packin’ all my shit, kickin’ my bags down the stairs (Ooh, woah)
[Verse 1]
Question, question
How the fuck you movin’ on with your life without direction?
Do you forgive or am I the only exception?
You don’t like the way that I’m livin’ a life, do you got a better suggestion?
Ridin’ ’round with yo’ best friend, missin’ all of them exes
Hangin’ out the window, tryna go up (Go up)
It’s some bad liquor, bad vibes, now you gotta throw up (Throw-throw-throw)
Please stop leavin’ voicemails when you faded, faded (Oh-woah)
[Refrain]
You running out of fuckin’ words to say
Girl, if really you hate me that much, then maybe you should go and say it, say it
Like, when did all the small shit that’d piss you off start to feel inflated?
Your mind tricks started feelin’ too invasive
My chicks switchin’ up their location
I’m just blacked-out, stargazin’
My shit fuckin’ up the rotation
Puff, puff, pass, now we in the Matrix
Really been feelin’ like we gettin’ over, I land in a year, up now in Croatia
When I look in the mirror, I see the flyest nigga that I ever seen, I don’t gotta fake it
[Verse 2]
I got a list of niggas talkin’ underneath they breath, why they still hatin’?
I got a bench full of niggas talkin’ like the star player, why they still waitin’?
I be out of the mix on these niggas, I ain’t’ even try to kick it with these niggas
Blow a band like the Ritz on me, nigga
We at the Carlton, that’s ’cause I’m feelin’ too wild
[Chorus]
In love with pressure, it’s too much weight on my head
Girl, I wish I knew as much as I do, I suffocate in the air
Fight or flight response or fucked up, there’s nothin’ else keeping me there
Now you packin’ all my shit, kickin’ my bags down the stairs (Ooh, woah-oah)
[Refrain]
You running out of fuckin’ words to say
Girl, if really you hate me that much, then maybe you should go and say it, say it
Like when did all the small shit that’d piss you off start to feel inflated?
Your mind tricks started feelin’ too invasive (Yeah)
My chicks switchin’ up their location (Yeah)
I’m just blacked-out, stargazin’
My shit fuckin’ up the rotation
Puff, puff, pass, now we in the Matrix
Really been feelin’ like we gettin’ over, I land in a year, up now in Croatia
When I look in the mirror, I see the flyest nigga that I ever seen, I don’t gotta fake it (I don’t gotta fake it)
[Outro]
In love with pressure
