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conversations.value: Write me a song called Under Pressure with the following description: Under Pressure’s title track was also its lead single, however, the single version was abbreviated to 3:50. Logic premiered the track during his While You Wait Tour, performing it during some of the shows.
  Over a menacing beat composed of multiple samples, Logic cemented himself as one of the most notable young hip-hop talents with his steady wordplay and strong flow. The track was also self-produced, adding to how impressive this song is.
  The official music video, which featured an alternate variation of the track, was premiered on October 9th. It was inspired by the Biting Elbows’s ‘'Bad Motherfucker’‘ music video—a fact Logic shared during an interview with DJ DUBL. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Produced by Logic]
  [Intro]
  Dog 'round—from a—from a—dog 'round—once a
  Dog 'round—from a—from a—dog 'round—once a
  Dog 'round—from a—from a—dog 'round—once a
  Dog 'round—from a—from a—dog 'round—
  [Chorus]
  Work so fucking much, my greatest fear is I'ma die alone
  Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone (I'm lovin' it!)
  People calling me, askin' me for money, man (Uh)
  The only thing I'ma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone (Yeah)
  [Verse 1]
  Flashbacks of a youngin' sippin' that purple Kool-Aid
  Skippin' school with my homies and chiefing reefer for two days
  Running from the law, livin' how I'm livin', fuck 'em all
  Bumping Triple Six
  Hennessy in my cup,
   drivin' through the sticks
  Who the bitch ridin' with me?
  Man, the devil tryna get me
  Motivated, under-educated, and hated
  But finally gettin' cake like a happy belated
  Bitch I made it, we on
  Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it
  Write it, record it, mix it, master it, press it up, unveil it
  Feel like I've been waitin' forever, forever to inherit
  This is war, I declare it
  Time is money, I can't spare it
  Futuristic, so simplistic
  Please decipher my linguistics
  Slow it down, Robitussin
  I'm the king, ain't no discussion
  And now we blowin' up like spontaneous human combustion
  My consumption is the illest
  Section eight, I know you feel this
  On the come up,  where they run up on you for nothin' at all
  Brighter than eleven suns, this the first, where my funds?
  EBT, that's the card
  I thank God, I thank God,
   but it's hard
  Uh, but it's hard [Chorus]
  Uh, work so fuckin' much, my greatest fear is I'ma die alone
  Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone
  People callin' me, askin' me for money, man
  The only thing I'ma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone
  [Verse 2]
  God damn, god damn, we at it again
  Me and my homies that know me blowing up like the Taliban
  Yeah, my stress up, but I'm blessed up
  Fuck around and get messed up
  When I murder the rhyme, I'm livin' divine
  You know that I'm one of a kind
  Lemme get it right now, ho
  Draped up and I'm dripped out (And I'm dripped out)
  Right now, ho
  Caked up 'til I cash out
   and I got 'em all wonderin', "How so?"
  On the down low, haters drown slow
  On the down low, haters drown slow
  Oh God, my God, we got it all right
  Oh God, my God, we gotta get it, right?
  These fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right?
  I said these fuckers facades, they just a mirage, right?
  Uh, tell me that they love me
  Know damn well that they don't give a fuck
  I be on that finger-flippin' killin' shit up in the cut
  That's what's up
  All these bitches out here tryna gas it up
  This is everything I ever wanted, I can't pass it up
  Life changed in a year, couldn't happen fast enough
  "Can I do it like you do it?" That's what they be askin' us
  White Benz, black card, bitch better get your plastic up
  Man, this shit is hella hard, but we never actin' up
  Live it up, hold on to your dream, don't ever give it up
  Finally had my share of success, and shit, I can't get enough
  Now they know my name through the nation
  'Cause my single like that good shit, man, always in rotation
  Now they know Logic for Logic, not through my affiliations
  Stackin' profit on profit, from this music I'm makin'
  Even Jesus had haters, so when you feelin' forsaken
  Tell 'em jealous Judases who this is, and man, that'll break 'em
  And bitch, I'm still the same
  Dash of autotune so y'all can feel the pain
  Broke as fuck, back in that basement, not a dollar to my name
  Chasin' fame, chasin' glory, 'til the day we make a story
  Positive that life ain't mine, bitch you can take that shit to Maury [Chorus]
  Work so fuckin' much, my greatest fear is I'ma die alone
  Every diamond in my chain, yeah, that's a milestone
  People callin' me, askin' me for money, man
  The only thing I'ma give you motherfuckers is the dial tone
  [Verse 3]
  (Hello, no one is available to take your call)
  I been workin' hard, I been searchin' for God
  I been workin' hard, I been searchin' for God
  (Please leave a message after the tone)
  Little brother, this is yo' sister, you're busy, I get you
  But I insist you call me back 'cause I miss you
  I wish you well, well, I wish you would call
  'Cause lately it feel like I’m just not yo' sister at all—all
  Uh, I’m sorry for callin' and bawlin', I’m all in
  And I feel like I'm fallin' lately, it feel like my children hate me
  You tell me I'm beautiful and yet no man wanna date me
  Haunted by vivid memories of that man who raped me
  And lately I, I feel more and more like mommy, I know I’m me, but still
  You always seemed to pick up the phone and somehow I feel
  Better, but you been answerin' me lesser and lesser
  So I resorted to the pills in my dresser, I'm gone
  And as for... oh no, he left and he ain’t comin' back
  I hate him and if I see him I swear I tell him that
  No longer cookin' crack in my kitchen, cuttin' an' sellin' that
  He broke my heart, that relationship been to hell and back
  I been workin' hard, I been searchin' for God
  I can feel the Devil around me as they all applaud
  Promise you won't forget me, that you'll always be wit' me
  And even when you gone I can call whenever he hit me
  Under pressure, I've been feeling under pressure [Verse 4]
  Hey, son, this is your father, don't mean to bother
  How are you? Heard you were in town, but I never saw ya
  Tried to call ya, where are ya?
  In Paris? What a beautiful destination
  To perish right by the Eiffel,
   
  come now
  Please don't be spiteful of all my small talk
  I think we're overdue a long talk
  When I see kids around the way, I say how I'm your dad
  It gets me thinkin' 'bout incredible moments we've had
  And on the real, I'm tryin' so hard not to bug you
  But do you think you could stop rappin' about my drug use?
  I'm two years clean, no longer a fiend
  Yeah, I'm 57, but I feel 19
  And I love you I swear, Bobby, I know you're there
  And when the time is right I know that you gon' take care
  Of anything I need, of yo' family
  Can I have some tickets to your next show?
  Would you stand wit' me?
  Can I have some money for my new honey that's hella fine?
  I forgot to mention I got divorced from yo' step-mom
  My mind goin' crazy, but I still look hella calm
  Maybe you could tell *beep*
  I've been feelin' under pressure
  [Interlude]
  Hey, what's up, bro? This Ralph, I didn't want much, man, just calling to see what's going on. I know you're busy. Uh, Dad hit me up, it's his birthday today, but I know you know that. Uh, yeah, he calling, he be tryna introduce me to his new chick and stuff, man, I don't know how to handle that. 
  I don't wanna tell him like nah, I ain't trying to meet her off top, you know?
   So what you think I should do? Text me, I know you're busy, dawg. But he been callin' me saying he wanna come down, he wanna bring his new chick and 
  Brenda
  's like "Damn, he really tryna rock out with his new chick" 
  'cause you know we all fuck with Debbie
  . But I don't know, I don't know how to tell him this shit so just hit me back whenever you got the time, man, I know there's more shit on your plate. 
  You ain't—you ain't gotta hit me, dawg, but if you do I'd appreciate it
  . When you back, love you, do your thing. Swag RattPack all day, boy. 
  Alright, nigga, hit me
  [Verse 5]
  Uh, yeah, dear family, I'm so sorry that I've been distant
  Everything changed in an instant, my time has been inconsistent
  I know that you been insistin', I know that birthday I missed it
  I swore I told my assistant, but I guess my mind is in another place
  Thoughts off in another world, I started seein' another girl
  It fell through, man, what a world
  But I'm so focused on my craft, on employin' my staff
  Such a perfectionist, I can't even finish this draft
  This letter to the ones I love, the ones that I miss
  Brothers and sisters that hit me up just to reminisce
  Meanwhile, people outside of my blood askin' for favors
  I don't owe you a fuckin' thing, you best switch yo' behavior
  Truly remarkable how I barely know you, but somehow owe you When you don't even know 'bout the shit I go through, uh
  We ain't spoken in a while, tell me sister, how yo' child?
  Come now, girl, give me a smile, come on, girl, don't do me foul
  Sorry I ain't call before, but I'm callin' you right now
  I heard that you was poppin' E, stop resortin' to the vowel
  How my mama, how she doin'? Does she know what I'm pursuin'?
  I ain't talk to her in years, that relationship she ruined
  But sometimes I wake up and wonder just what the fuck I'm doin'
  They say family is everything, I swear that shit the truth
  I should spend it all with y'all, but I spend it in the booth
  This is everything I love, this is everything I need
  Never sacrifice this feelin' even though my heart it bleed
  This is everything I love, everything I need
  Never sacrifice this feelin' even though my heart bleed
  Under pressure, I've been feelin' under pressure
  [Interlude]
  Hey, son, I'm sorry I missed your call today, but I was in an AA meeting.
   
  Um, a friend of mine was celebrating four years so I couldn't get you right then.
   And then when I did call you, you weren't able to answer or whatever. Just wonderin' how things are going. 
  Deb and I aren't together anymore, um... Livin' on my own, you know, um...
   Anyway, the whole family, even the family that you don’t know, my sisters and your aunts that you've never met are very proud of you. Your cousins just love you too. Anyway, son, I love you, I just want you to know that. And just keep grindin', you know? 
  And um, I don't wanna hear you joinin' the Illuminati
   'cause then I gotta kill ya. Hm-hm, I love you, son, bye