Pressure On Her Hands

[Verse 1]
Used to come home smellin' lavender and oils
Talkin' 'bout clients, workin' out they coils
You was booked every hour, had 'em waitin' in the foyer
Golden hands, baby, every knot had a lawyer
You'd laugh in the kitchen, scrubbin' off the day
Say your back kinda tight but you like it that way
"Just need a hot bath, then I’m straight," you’d say
Now the tub stay cold, you ain’t moved in days
Pill bottles on the dresser like trophies
Blank stare, neck brace, old hoodies
You say your hip locked up, spine on fire
But the worst damn pain is you feelin' uninspired
Scrollin' old pics, crop tops, big smile
Now it’s baggy tees, dark room, doom dial
I keep askin’ if you ate, if you showered
You keep askin’ why I’m here, then you curse me for an hour (damn)
[Chorus]
She used to heal everybody with her hands
Now she can’t even stand, can’t even stand me
Fine ass angel turned to a ghost in the bed
All these aches in her body, all this mess in her head
And we fight, every night, like that’s all we got left
Throw words like knives, then we sleep on the edge
I just want my baby back, but she stuck in that stress
Pressure on her hands, pressure on her chest (yeah)
[Verse 2]
You say I don’t get it, "you don’t feel this pain"
But I watch you try to stretch and you cry from the strain
Watch you force one smile for the ‘Gram, then break
Phone drop, you fold, whole frame start to shake
I’m scared to touch you, you flinch when I hug
Then ask why I don’t hold you enough, what the fuck
I’m searchin' for the line between space and care
Between givin' you your room and just leavin' you there
We used to argue ‘bout dumb shit, dishes in the sink
Now we argue ‘bout livin', ‘bout how you even think
You say, "You’d be happier if I bounced, admit it"
But you the one I prayed for, how the hell I quit it?
I miss Sunday breakfasts, playlists in the car
Your tight little scrubs, laugh lines, stretch marks
Now the only thing stretchin’ is the time between laughs
And the distance on the couch when we both turn our backs
[Chorus]
She used to heal everybody with her hands
Now she can’t even stand, can’t even stand me
Fine ass angel turned to a ghost in the bed
All these aches in her body, all this mess in her head
And we fight, every night, like that’s all we got left
Throw words like knives, then we sleep on the edge
I just want my baby back, but she stuck in that stress
Pressure on her hands, pressure on her chest
[Bridge]
If your body’s a prison, then let me be the key
If your mind’s that storm, let it crash into me (come on)
You say you’d do it all, now you can’t do a thing
But you breathing, you here, that still means everything
I ain’t your cure, I ain’t your fix on demand
But I’ll stay in this room, I’ll hold what I can
Even when it’s ugly, even when it’s rough
Even when love look less like sex, more like us
[Chorus]
She used to heal everybody with her hands
Now she can’t even stand, can’t even stand me
Fine ass angel turned to a ghost in the bed
All these aches in her body, all this mess in her head
And we fight, every night, like that’s all we got left
Throw words like knives, then we sleep on the edge
I just want my baby back, but she stuck in that stress
Pressure on her hands… pressure on her chest (yeah)

rap, Dusty boom-bap drums with warm sub bass, moody Rhodes chords, and a distant guitar loop. Male vocals, close and conversational in the verses, more melodic and strained on the hook. Subtle female vocal chops in the background of the chorus for yearning. Mix leans intimate and dry, with ad-libs tucked behind to echo key lines and build tension into a final, exhausted outro., hip hop