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Apply Pressure

"Apply Pressure" Lyrics by Lucky Daye

I’m shootin’ my shot again, applyin’ pressure

He tryna lock you down, but don’t let him

Mami, tell me how I put it down, ain’t no better

This love, it’ll knock you down, it don’t let up

Who in the room? Who in the (Uh-uh)? It don’t measure

Holla at you, excuse ’em, but don’t bless ’em

Comin’ soon, me and you, apply pressure

Tell your crew that’s it’s true, and don’t stress us

Ooh, you run away

Oh, don’t walk away

You’re tellin’ me to go, I need me to stay

I got in on your mind, seen it on your face

I’m crashin’ from behind, I don’t need no brakes

It’s all ours in your dark thoughts, hit my line

It’s off course, bring it back, baby, and rewind

Is you lost or can we talk more? Hit my line (Uh)

I ain’t pointin’ blames, but that body wrong

Fuckin’ up my brain, girl, you turn me on

I, I, I saw you two times, I’m your loop now, replay it

I don’t mean to make you stay here, but before you go

‘Fore you go

I’m shootin’ my shot again, applyin’ pressure

He tryna lock you down, but don’t let him

Mami, tell me how I put it down, ain’t no better

This love, it’ll knock you down, it don’t let up

Who in the room? Who in the (Uh-uh)? It don’t measure

Holla at you, excuse ’em, but don’t bless ’em

Comin’ soon, me and you, apply pressure

Tell your crew that’s it’s true, and don’t stress us

And if I’m listenin’ to my ego

We could’ve left alone, never worry ’bout anywhere we go (Ayy)

You gave me a winding road, you keep my wheels turnin’ (Turnin’)

You gave me my starry rose, stay until the mornin’, ooh

I ain’t pointin’ blames, but that body wrong

Fuckin’ up my brain, girl, you turn me on

I, I, I saw you two times, I’m your loop now, replay it

I don’t mean to make you stay here, but before you go

‘Fore you go

I’m shootin’ my shot again, applyin’ pressure

He tryna lock you down, but don’t let him

Mami, tell me how I put it down, ain’t no better

This love, it’ll knock you down, it don’t let up

Who in the room? Who in the (Uh-uh)? It don’t measure

Holla at you, excuse ’em, but don’t bless ’em

Comin’ soon, me and you, apply pressure

Tell your crew that’s it’s true, and don’t stress us

I’ma apply pressure

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