Pressure It's been a while since we last touched bases, Ever since 'State of the Art' rushed playlists, Been around the globe a couple of times, Sang in a thousand homes but none of them mine, Played a thousand shows under the lights, And walked on mountain roads touching the sky, Rocked foreign shores where I swore I had no name, That meant more than the awards and accolades, Like I can't believe we made our calling, We've barely stopped to breathe and take it all in, It's got a hold on me the day I fold and leave, It's gonna seem like I'm falling, And I buried two friends, lost touch with some others, Split with my girl, found love with another, For every road the world I know gets smaller, Came home to find my son had grown a head taller Suffa Verse 1 I lay down my music ten feet from where I lay down, Immersed in them beats, short breaks turned to breakdowns, 'Cause when you work where you sleep, you don't sleep, 'Cause you work on them beats till it hurts then you creep, Into bed and wake her from her sleep, and she's hurt, Cos she worked through the week and hasn't heard not a word nor a peep, From the jerk that she keeps in her heart, That she forgives when he nurse her to sleep, word it's deep, But yo when I peel them lids back and emerge from my sleep, I