The Price Of Perfection Is A Comfortable Mind Lyrics - Daymeus

[Verse 1] 

"Oh my god 

I can't believe this shit 

I can't believe this shit" 

His mind spoke, within itself 

Comin' out of a hell to grab life by the sack, he fell back 

Upon his bed, not on his tendency to leak red 

Not everybody be gettin' taken under-wing 

By the hero they had as a kid 

All he did was drop 19 

All he wrote was this self-hate rap (rap) 

Over trap, mixed with hip-hop, pop, and every genre (rah) 

He taught himself to make 

The work had gained some attention 

After months of him droppin' it 

Low in his gut like helium risin' up 

Surprising him, cause never did he 

Feel it was so cement, sure, he hoped it then 

But now his whole hometown bump Dayme 

Broke for not much longer 

These kids wanna peep more 

He so hype they adore and this corridor that he 

Steady, steppin' into it's already, getting 

Inches from being sealed, no returnin' to outside 

This what he craved, though (uh) 

Now he tour-bound, bankrolls 

But his brain a bit depraved 

Fuckin' the women, livin' the villain till he done shows 

The masses waitin' and impatient for the next one 

He need a break but they adamant 

So reluctantly, he wrote 

Related 

18 Non-Traditional Yet Perfect Wedding Songs 

Watch Janelle Monáe's Sci-Fi film 'Dirty Computer' 

Nicki Minaj Drops New Songs 'Barbie Tingz And 'Chun-Li' 

[Chorus] 

The sun goes up and the sun goes down 

I drown myself in all the sounds 

All I do I do it, all for you 

Every day I'm at my desk 

At my desk I'm like the rest 

All I do I wanna, do with you 

[Verse 2] 

2 years went, no, it ain't slow down 

Wanna hit the breaks and take ten but not allowed 

Feenin' for home, back on the road 

Missed fam calls but he ballin', bigger than Kong 

Coke and strong alcohol blurry the phone 

His mentor reached out like "all you got you givin' up 

Go live it up but breath a bit, you gon' blow your top" 

"Wait, dude, fuck you 

You jealous of me cause folks sayin' I'm way better 

You old ass news, get a blues clue, my oil untapped 

Like some virgin rap, dick 

Dust, is all you collect 

I ain't some artist you finna collect for a check" 

So, with that bridge lit, the sound took a dive 

Those who came before fame were miles away from his mind 

A place called denial 

A race to the next zero, bite the newest style 

He knew it too but damn 

He couldn't turn around 

Like he stranded on, Zombie Island 

Too scared to move, too full of fear 

Trapped in the sand, attached to a brand 

Takin' the handouts, circles of yes-men 

No one to help him grow, old fans 

Claimin' he sold out, new ones hate the old jams 

Crippling anxiety holds tight, he so in need 

Nobodies helpin', they want him to write 

So he writes 

Check Out 

Watch Zayn's New Music Video For 'Let Me' 

15 Huge Stars Who Were Backup Singers First 

Every Lyric From Cardi B's Debut Album 'Invasion of Privacy' 

11 Delicious Misheard Lyrics About Food 

[Chorus] 

The sun goes up and the sun goes down 

I drown myself in all the sounds 

All I do I do it, all for you 

Every day I'm at my desk 

At my desk I'm like the rest 

All I do I wanna, do with you 

[Verse 3] 

6 years since the drop 

For so long at the top 

Adored fans but no fam 

Could've sworn he wanted to feel so damn depressed 

We stopped speakin', like, all together 

My brother, it felt like his soul got robbed 

Locked in a box he fell in 

He could not exit his house 

Xanax and E bound 

No letters, the writing had ceased 

Brought in a team, ain't even producin' a beat 

This veteran flop 

Simply the cover of books another made 

This dug deep and the time was catchin' up 

So, I wrote him a short note, little come down attempt 

And tucked it in a box atop a CD and sent it out 

A few weeks later, he opened it up 

Reality hit him, tears, droppin' his cup 

His hands reached down, lifted it up 

His first release 

A smile smacked onto his face 

On the case, a note 

It went "I know it all happened a bit rapidly 

But recall how alive the craft made you feel? 

Like back on hoover, when it was us 2 

Now, who are you?"—he stopped 

This struck a cord, he started to squirm 

He knew all tracks but remembering hurt 

So he took the box, let the contents drop into the fireplace 

Grabbed a glass and just walked away 

[Chorus] 

The sun goes up and the sun goes down 

I drown myself in all the sounds 

All I do I do it, all for you 

Every day I'm at my desk 

At my desk I'm like the rest 

All I do I wanna, do with you 

[Post-Chorus] 

Everyday, everyday 

Everyday, everyday 

Everyday, everyday 

Every day, yeah 

Everyday, everyday 

Everyday, everyday 

Everyday, everyday 

Every day, yeah 

Everyday (every), everyday (every) 

Everyday (every), everyday (every) 

Everyday (every), everyday (every) 

Every day, yeah