Pressure Cooker Queen

folk, psychedelic, dark, soul, house, trap, experimental, catchy

V5.5

Verse 1
I woke up with the walls too loud,
Same damn mess, same dirty cloud,
Everybody wants a piece of me,
But nobody asks what I need.

I’ve been smiling through a clenched-up jaw,
Living under everybody’s law,
One more word, one more slammed door,
I swear to God I can’t do this anymore.

Pre-Chorus
Tick, tick, hiss, here comes the steam,
I’m not your maid, your mom, your machine.
I’ve been polite, I’ve been sweet, I’ve been nice,
Now that version of me is on thin-ass ice.

Verse 2
Don’t tell me to calm down, don’t tell me to breathe,
Don’t hand me your bullshit and call it peace.
You made a damn circus, then blamed my tone,
Like I’m the problem for wanting a home.

I want clean floors, soft light, no fights,
A little respect and a few quiet nights.
But no, here we go, same old show,
Everybody acts shocked when I finally explode.

Pre-Chorus
Tick, tick, hiss, I’m losing grace,
Don’t poke the storm then complain about rain.
I’ve swallowed screams like a good little saint,
But honey, this halo’s starting to break.

Chorus
I’m in a pressure cooker, baby, and the lid’s about to fly,
God, get me out of here before I lose my mind.
This house is shaking, I’m done playing tough,
Everybody back up — I’ve had enough.

I’m not crazy, I’m cooked, I’m tired as hell,
Been holding my breath in a personal cell.
So open the door, let the damn air in,
Before this pressure cooker queen blows again.

Bridge
I need a window, I need a road,
I need somewhere my nervous system can unload.
I need less noise, less mess, less blame,
Less “you’re too much,” less shame in my name.

I need a minute where nobody needs me,
Where silence walks in and finally frees me.
I’m not your punching bag, not your damn trash can,
I’m a woman on fire with a get-out plan.

Final Chorus
I’m in a pressure cooker, baby, and the lid’s about to fly,
God, get me out of here before I lose my mind.
This house is shaking, I’m done playing tough,
Everybody back up — I’ve had enough.

I’m not crazy, I’m cooked, I’m tired as hell,
Been holding my breath in a personal cell.
So open the door, let the damn air in,
Before this pressure cooker queen blows again.

Outro
Tick, tick, hiss — no, I’m not fine.
Tick, tick, hiss — this peace is mine.
Tick, tick, hiss — I’m walking out clean,
Make way for the pressure cooker queen.

2305/7500

Verse 1 I woke up with the walls too loud, Same damn mess, same dirty cloud, Everybody wants a piece of me, But nobody asks what I need. I’ve been smiling through a clenched-up jaw, Living under everybody’s law, One more word, one more slammed door, I swear to God I can’t do this anymore. Pre-Chorus Tick, tick, hiss, here comes the steam, I’m not your maid, your mom, your machine. I’ve been polite, I’ve been sweet, I’ve been nice, Now that version of me is on thin-ass ice. Verse 2 Don’t tell me to calm down, don’t tell me to breathe, Don’t hand me your bullshit and call it peace. You made a damn circus, then blamed my tone, Like I’m the problem for wanting a home. I want clean floors, soft light, no fights, A little respect and a few quiet nights. But no, here we go, same old show, Everybody acts shocked when I finally explode. Pre-Chorus Tick, tick, hiss, I’m losing grace, Don’t poke the storm then complain about rain. I’ve swallowed screams like a good little saint, But honey, this halo’s starting to break. Chorus I’m in a pressure cooker, baby, and the lid’s about to fly, God, get me out of here before I lose my mind. This house is shaking, I’m done playing tough, Everybody back up — I’ve had enough. I’m not crazy, I’m cooked, I’m tired as hell, Been holding my breath in a personal cell. So open the door, let the damn air in, Before this pressure cooker queen blows again. Bridge I need a window, I need a road, I need somewhere my nervous system can unload. I need less noise, less mess, less blame, Less “you’re too much,” less shame in my name. I need a minute where nobody needs me, Where silence walks in and finally frees me. I’m not your punching bag, not your damn trash can, I’m a woman on fire with a get-out plan. Final Chorus I’m in a pressure cooker, baby, and the lid’s about to fly, God, get me out of here before I lose my mind. This house is shaking, I’m done playing tough, Everybody back up — I’ve had enough. I’m not crazy, I’m cooked, I’m tired as hell, Been holding my breath in a personal cell. So open the door, let the damn air in, Before this pressure cooker queen blows again. Outro Tick, tick, hiss — no, I’m not fine. Tick, tick, hiss — this peace is mine. Tick, tick, hiss — I’m walking out clean, Make way for the pressure cooker queen.

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