BARRELHOUSE PRESSURE

Intro Old wood floor creak. Amp buzz heavy. Verse 1 Barrelhouse pressure in a smoke-thick room I seen powder flip a king to a goon Seen backstage mirrors fog too soon From chemical fumes under neon gloom They call it edge, they call it spark I call it shadows in the dark I seen careers ripped apart By a thin white line drawn sharp I ain’t clean, I ain’t pure I indulge, that’s for sure But I measure what I endure I don’t flirt with that cure Hook Roll One & Chill, slow combustion No self-destruction production Gelato Glow Records construction Built from friction and deduction Roll it heavy, feel the strain Let the six strings cry your pain We don’t chase synthetic gain We weather storms and remain Verse 2 Green room smell like nervous sweat Jaw clench hard, pupils set They say it help them not forget I seen it place permanent debt Cameras flash, illusions bright But withdrawal come every night I’d rather face my flaws upright Than gamble breath for borrowed light Leaf burn calm, lungs adapt I ain’t trapped I ain’t capped Just aware of every trap Bridge Guitar howl through cracked amp cone Drum break cut to the bone This ain’t glamour in monotone It’s testimony fully shown Verse 3 Independent spine stiff We don’t drift We uplift Through riffs that shift Gelato Glow Sessions stamp the slate No powder fate No fake debate Just weight Outro Barrelhouse still hum But we don’t succumb We become