2 Much? (feat. James Goff)

Am I doing enough or too little
This question haunts me while I compose
Making these chords, beats, and notes feel brittle
Breaking away at the realization that all of these sounds shrivel to the comparison of What success means to me because
Success is now the cruelest riddle

I'm a dog in a kennel, I just don't want music to seem fickle
I want it to be the main attraction but sometimes it becomes the main obstacle
People telling me to sit and be patient my treat will come soon just gotta let nature take It's course and eventually I'll make a buck from a nickel but for now

Like I said I'm a dog in a kennel
Locked away from the real world
But eventually I'll be let out of that cage and that's what truly frightens me

Having to write music not just for my enjoyment but for my own stability
Wondering If I'll have enough opportunities and creativity to prosper and make history
Or will I get drained mentally and lose credibility which ducks into my salary and turn me Into a liability to the Ones that I'd call family and
Loved ones questioning my accountability

This is not the future I wanna see

I don't need notability for my own assurance I need it to grow as an artist
The fame is never the target but it's the thing I have to chase the hardest
The amount of ears I need to garner means my name will become household and trusted
So to get there I worked every day making music,
Emailing my life away
And watching my emotions decay just to turn it into material for you to vibe to over your Entree or matinee

The pressure rises with every day
Using the blue skies of college as a disguise won't last forever
Eventually, I have to think clever and

Sorry was that too much