Blood Pressure Ft. Artis Calloway Songtext
von Ryan Carter

Look, blood is pressed
It stays up blood is pressed, it stays up blood is pressed
Straight up!


I′m sitting eating hor d'oeuves. pressed
On a vacay, need a break from my work
24 years since my birth
On this planet called Earth
Reppin my city that look like Hell, until I go back
To Heaven, Hell, or a hole in the dirt, it′s anybody's guess
Whichever come first
Stressin', I′m sweatin′, I'm guessin′
Look at my albums, that's sessions of insane expressions
I beat my meat when I feel threatened
I′m in the court like judge commit me, I got filthy obsessions
Man this surely luck, wasn't destined
I still got friends who been with me since Kenan & Kel
We eating confetti, and then when we fight, I drop like a log
Nick pulled a machete! whoa! Don′t get that close to him jigga!
Funny thing about talkin' about the three amigos
Is that we make little fights bigger
I'm pulling a weapon and squeezing the trigger
They mad at me, this ain′t no croissant man, coincidentally
This is that late night Netflix after three
Man this why my right-hand was mad at me
Dick is in agony
Man, my butthole′s the tightest, my views are biased
My albums are bogus, my life is in crisis
My goals are misguided, the country's divided
I think I just gotta, thank God that we got it, pressed
I don′t know what I'll do about it
We look like we got shanked, and we all finished college
We honest and modest, oh gosh!

Systolic′s up for a long time really long time, BONSAI!
Diastolic's up for a long time really long time, BONSAI!
It stays up blood is pressed, it stays up blood is pressed
It stays up blood is pressed,
It stays up blood is pressed


Look, I ain′t gonna say that I'm wack or nothin'
Cuz that implies on my dick or somethin′
If I′m wacking somethin' its my cock you dummy
You expect that, nothin′ less or over, What!
Where that blowjob that you offered, yo
Not from you girl, where my vacuum go?
I just sold it off on my eBay DANG!
I'm always bout my business fam
It is what it is, ask the fans to forgive
You gotta come to Michigan and see how we live
At 7-11 getting coffee and chips
High blood pressure from eating this sodium-laced crap
Ain′t this a trick!
Be quiet I'm grindin a ghost
For someone with no story, I swear I can make up the most
Stop worryin′ about what happens next
I am just worried the fans will praise me less
I'm still not famous enough, I need a little more yes
I am convinced I'm the only one left thats still rocking a compass man

Systolic′s up for a long time really long time, BONSAI!
Diastolic′s up for a long time really long time, BONSAI!
They stay up I feel pressed, They stay up I feel pressed
They stay up I feel pressed,
They stay up I feel pressed

B.B. King just died, my face it frowns
An inspiration for me, I can't let him down
My daily faux pas, go into account
When you see me at Krogers or
Walmart, don′t hesitate, just point me out
Now I'm talkin hardcore jive, in the airport line
Yeah my crotch is leaking but you can′t inspect it
Million dollar bail, judge I object it!
Intellegent, never been dyslexia
I pay my phone bill and neglect it
Asphyxiate myself with anesthetics
At the bottom of the rap game, it's depressing
Record after record, you take me off your playlist
Cut my own brakes, must have a death wish
At the gun range shooting, with depression
Blasting holes in my CDs all together
I blew em apart, to put em back together

Systolic′s up for a long time really long time, BONSAI!
Diastolic's up for a long time really long time, BONSAI!
It stays up blood is pressed, it stays up blood is pressed
It stays up blood is pressed,
It stays up blood is pressed