UNDER PRESSURE [Intro] (Reverb Voice) Under… Pressure… … (Beat drops) ⸻ [Hook] Under pressure, squeeze the air right out, Like fifteen sailors in a lifeboat crowd. Like twenty chickens in a coop too small, Everything’s packed, ain’t no room at all. Vacuum sealed, everything’s on display, How’d you ever squeeze into those anyway? Like a sausage stuffed way too far inside, One more inch… nowhere left to hide. In… spin… those tights are in… Out… shout… good luck getting out… ⸻ [Verse 1] Workout leggings like the Games begin, Only workout is coffee with the girls again. Water bottle ready for the Insta show, Twenty selfies later… still no cardio. School gate, grocery store, everybody’s fit, Yoga pants on with a shopping cart to push a bit. “I’m hitting the gym…” yeah, that’s the daily line, Only things going up are SpaceX… and the price of life. Under pressure, every seam pulled tight, Elastic whispers, “Please… not one more stride.” Everything in HD, nothing left to guess, Vacuum-packed perfection… compressed to a mess. ⸻ [Hook] Under pressure, squeeze the air right out, Like fifteen sailors in a lifeboat crowd. Like twenty chickens in a coop too small, Everything’s packed, ain’t no room at all. Vacuum sealed, everything’s on display, How’d you ever squeeze into those anyway? Like a sausage stuffed way too far inside, One more inch… nowhere left to hide. In… spin… those tights are in… Out… shout… good luck getting out… ⸻ [Verse 2] Picture me walking round in vacuum shorts, See-through tight from every angle, every sort. Bet the whole neighborhood would lose their mind, “Cops are coming!” Yeah… it’d take no time. Two minutes later, face down on the street, Knees on my back, concrete between my teeth. But leggings skin-tight? Somehow that’s alright, Fashion, comfort, sporty… every single night. Look for one second, suddenly I’m the creep, While those pants are screaming louder than they need. I’m not roasting her, that’s not my song, I’m roasting those tights… revealing more than a thong. ⸻ [Bridge] Even tighter… Even tighter… No way… Nothing else will fit… Bet… In… spin… those tights are in… Out… shout… good luck getting out… ⸻ [Verse 3] Every seam stretched, every thread on call, One wrong move… that’s the final straw. Elastic working overtime without a break, Even the factory says, “That’s all we can take.” Phone outline, car keys on display, Even yesterday’s receipt gives itself away. Vacuum sealed, standing all in line, Even those leggings cry, “Please… let me unwind.” Not everything needs to be on show, Some little surprises are better left unknown. ⸻ [Final Hook] Under pressure, squeeze the air right out, Like fifteen sailors in a lifeboat crowd. Like twenty chickens in a coop too small, Everything’s packed, ain’t no room at all. Vacuum sealed, everything’s on display, How’d you ever squeeze into those anyway? Like a sausage stuffed way too far inside, Camel toe showing… nowhere left to hide. In… spin… those tights are in… Out… shout… good luck getting out… Under… Pressure…
