DC The Don – Fight Or Flight Lyrics

Fight Or Flight 🙁 Lyrics by DC The Don

[Intro]
There’s nothing keeping me there
Fall in love with pressure
Fall in love with pressure

[Chorus]
Fall in love with pressure, it’s too much weight on my head
Girl, I wish I knew as much as I do, would suffocate in the air
Fight or flight response, I’m fucked up ’bout it, there’s nothin’ else keeping me there
Now you packin’ all of my shit, kickin’ my bags down the stairs (Woah, woah, woah)

[Verse 1]
Question, question
How the fuck you movin’ on with your life without direction?
Do you forgive or am I the only exception?
You don’t like the way that I’m livin’ a life, do you got a better suggestion?
Ridin’ ’round with your best friend, missin’ all of them exes
Hangin’ out the window, tryna go up
It’s some bad liquor, bad vibes, now you gotta throw up
Please stop leavin’ voicemails when you faded, faded (Woah, woah)

[Refrain]
You running out of fuckin’ words to say
Girl, if really you hate me that much, then maybe you should go and say it
Like, when did all the small shit that’d piss you off start to feel inflated?
Your mind tricks started feelin’ too invasive
My chick switchin’ up their location
I’m just blacked out, stargazin’
My shit fuckin’ up the rotation
Puff, puff, pass, now we in the Matrix
Really been feelin’ like we gettin’ over, I’m landin’ in Europe, now in Croatia
When I look in the mirror, I see the flyest nigga that I ever seen, I don’t gotta fake it
[Verse 2]
See, I got a list full of niggas talkin’ underneath they breath, why they still hatin’?
I got a bench full of niggas talkin’ like the star player, why they still waitin’?
I be out of the mix on these niggas, I ain’t even try to kick it with these niggas
Blow a band like the Ritz on me, nigga
We at the Carlton, that’s ’cause I’m feelin’ too wild

[Chorus]
Fall in love with pressure, it’s too much weight on my head
Girl, I wish I knew as much as I do, would suffocate in the air
Fight or flight response, I’m fucked up ’bout it, there’s nothin’ else keeping me there
Now you packin’ all of my shit, kickin’ my bags down the stairs (Woah, woah, woah)

[Refrain]
You running out of fuckin’ words to say
Girl, if really you hate me that much, then maybe you should go and say it
Like, when did all the small shit that’d piss you off start to feel inflated?
Your mind tricks started feelin’ too invasive
My chick switchin’ up their location
I’m just blacked out, stargazin’
My shit fuckin’ up the rotation
Puff, puff, pass, now we in the Matrix
Really been feelin’ like we gettin’ over, I’m landin’ in Europe, now in Croatia
When I look in the mirror, I see the flyest nigga that I ever seen, I don’t gotta fake it

[Outro]
Fall In love with pressure