Pressure, Pt. 2

Baby boy don't have to worry bout that shit
Don't you worry, this is all inside your head
Nothing even really matters in the end
Nothing even really matters when you're dead
Baby boy don't have to worry bout that shit
Don't you worry, this is all inside your head
Nothing even really matters in the end
Nothing even really matters when you're dead

I've never left but I've never really felt at home
Limited decisions and incompetent tones
Overthinking opportunities to stand on my own
But broke through this summer as I'm roaming in Rome
Try to hide good news for when the fantasies gone
Finding pride as a student too reliant on loans
Never trusted memories to never get my quota wrong
Took the pen and turned into a Carver, that's my cornerstone
Trying to understand that the plan doesn't matter in the end
I extended my hand, where'd it go?
On the way to who knows
Tell myself the rain isn't cold as I walk down the road
It's the only time
I go outside
Don't ask me why
But the lie feels nice

Baby boy don't have to worry bout that shit
Don't you worry, this is all inside your head
Nothing even really matters in the end
Nothing even really matters when you're dead (yeah, yeah)
Baby boy don't have to worry bout that shit
Don't you worry, this is all inside your head
Nothing even really matters in the end
Nothing even really matters when you're dead

I hope you live a good life
And a long one, at that
And I hope you never end up in the race with the rats
And I hope that every time you build yourself up
You never collapse
You work yourself 'til you crash
Don't have to always do that
I never see you getting rest
Those sleepless nights that I detest
Another day, the same old mess
You're burning out from all stress
You did enough for today
Your motion picture gonna sharpen up like Blu-ray
No more trials by fire
We only burst into flames
The tears put out the embers
Were smothered out by rain
The rhythm of my heart keeps me steady
I'm never letting Up,
I'm too in tune to cease all my tunes because it's progressing
I'ma take my time and find
What perfect balance is
Indulge too much, I tip the scales and only find what malice is