Girl-
I been working hard, I been searching for God
I been working hard, I been searching for God
Sofisticated, this is Sophia, you're busy, I get you
But I insist you call me back cause I miss you
I wish you well, well, I wish you would call
Cause lately you feel like I was never yours at all, all
Uh, I'm sorry for calling and balling, I'm all in
And I feel like I'm falling lately, it feel like my children hate me
You tell me I'm beautiful and yet no man wanna date me
Haunted by vivid memories of the man who raped me
And lately I, I feel more and more like mommy, I know I'm me, but still
You always seemed to pick up the phone and somehow I feel
Better, but you been answering me lesser and lesser
So I resorted to the pills in my dresser, I'm gone
And as for [?] he left and he ain't coming back
I hate the man, if I see him I swear I tell him that
No longer cooking crack in my kitchen, cutting and selling that
He broke my heart, that relationship been to hell and back
I been working hard, I been searching for God
I can feel the Devil around me as they all applaud
Promise you won't forget me, that you'll always be with me
And even when you gone I can call whenever he hit me.
Me-
Under pressure... I've been feeling under pressure
Bio mom-
Hey, son, this is your mother, don't mean to bother
How are you? Heard you were in town, but I never saw ya
Tried to call ya, where are ya?
And Paris, what a beautiful destination
And perish right by the Eiffel, come now, please don't be spiteful
Of all my small talk, I think we're overdue a long talk
When I see kids around the way I say "how I'm your mom"
It gets me thinking 'bout those moments we could've bond
And on the real I'm trying so hard not to bug you
But do you think you can stop rapping about my drug use?
I'm two years clean, no longer a fiend
Yeah, I'm 47, but I feel 19
And I love you I swear, Adam, I know you're there
And when the time is right I know that you gon' take care
Of anything I need, of your family
Can I have some tickets to your next show?
Will you stand with me?
Can I have some money for my new man that's very fine?
I forgot to mention I got divorced from your real dad
My mind going crazy, but I still look so clam.
Me-
I've been feeling under pressure
Yeah, dear friends and family, I'm so sorry that I've been distant
Everything changed in an instant, my time has been inconsistent
I know that you been insistent, I know that birthday I missed it
I swore I told my assistant, but I guess my mind is in another place
Thoughts off in another world, I started seeing another girl
It fell through, man, what a world
But I'm so focused on my craft, unemploying my staff
Such a perfectionist, I can't even finish this draft
This letter to the ones I love, the ones that I miss
Brothers and sisters that hit me up just to reminisce
Meanwhile, people outside of my blood asking for favors
I don't owe you anything, you best switch your behavior
Truly remarkable how I barely know you, but somehow owe you
When you don't even know 'bout the stuff I go through, uh
We ain't spoken in a while, tell me Sophia, how your child?
Come now, girl, give me a smile, come on girl, don't do me foul
Sorry I ain't call before, but I'm calling you right now
I heard you was popping E, stop resorting to the vowel
Girl-
How your mama, how she doing, does she know what your pursuing?
Me-
I ain't talk to her in years, that relationship she ruined
But sometimes I wake up and wonder just what the heck I'm doing
They say family is everything, I swear that is the truth
I should spend it all with y'all, but I spend it in the booth
This is everything I love, this is everything I need
Never sacrifice this feeling even though my heart bleed
This is everything I love, everything I need
Never sacrifice this feeling even though my heart bleed
Under pressure...
I've been feeling under pressure
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