Laced Up Lyrics

[Verse 1: Pressure]
Let's get
Lost in a fantasy
Squander your salary, light a match
Drop it into gasoline
Live like rock bottom is a trampoline
You and I gonna paint the town
Do it like I'ma date the crown
At a restaurant, upper echelon
The only way is down
Brushin' off my trainer's dust and lace them
Up like we're cuttin' narcotics
The day is up, I'm paid and flush
And ain't nothin' can stop this
Don't make a fuss, we're late, no rush
And I promise
That you won't go payin'
You won't go payin'
Walk in like a man-made
In the door to the café
Menu board needs a translate
Can't afford any canapés
But damn straight, I'ma order the champagne
Ever feel like wanting to die?
When the cheque make you vomit inside
Can I get a Heimlich maneuver?
I can't swallow my pride
[Chorus: Pressure & Suffa]
I'm laced up
Laced up and kickin'
Got pay stubs
Pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced up
Laced up and kickin'
Got pay stubs
Pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced

[Verse 2: Suffa, Pressure]
She ordered the soup and the salad
I ordered the salad, no soup
In order to produce the balance
Guess I'll cough it up like croup
When you're broke, coughin' up hurts
A sundae for dessert
And I'll be rockin' up Monday
Cleanin' crockery and moppin' up dirt
That's for certain, my god
That's for certain
I'm floored; this girl is gorgeous And if I don't have a war chest?
Man, that's curtains, my dawg
Man, that's curtains
But if I can't pay for four courses
How could I pay for a mortgage?
Wish I could afford to
Take you to where you ought to be
Didn't meet your fortune
Miss, you met your misfortune in me
This more than I thought it would be
If she orders too much?
My background's English and Irish
But I'ma have to go Dutch
[Chorus: Pressure & Suffa]
I'm laced up
Laced up and kickin'
Got pay stubs
Pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced up
Laced up and kickin'
Got pay stubs
Pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced

[Whistling Solo]

[Bridge: Pressure & Suffa]
The floors feelin' like
Quicksand
Only had enough on me for
Drinks and
This about all that I can
Withstand
Across the table I can feel the
Distance
The floors feelin' like
Quicksand
Only had enough on me for
Drinks and
This about all that I can
Withstand
But you know what
I've got jeans creased, a new fleece
Back on up 'cause
[Chorus: Pressure & Suffa]
I'm laced up
Laced up and kickin'
Got pay stubs
Pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced up
Laced up and kickin'
Got pay stubs
Pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced up
Laced up and kickin'
Got pay stubs
Pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced up
Laced up and kickin'
Got pay stubs
Pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced

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