The Price of Perfection Is a Comfortable Mind
| Title | The Price of Perfection Is a Comfortable Mind |
|---|---|
| Artist | Daymeus |
| Album | You’ve Heard Worse |
| Release Date | 2018-04-27 |
| Description | This is another song that endured heavy rewrites till I settled on this specific version. This song took the longest to make, by a wide margin. I was pushing myself the whole album but around this time it got bad. I began restricting myself from TV, movies, games, friends, romance, anything that wasn’t music or work. All I was doing was waking up, working from 8 in the morning to 3am at night, and going back to sleep. I was forgetting to eat, forgetting what day it was. I was barely talking to anyone. It wasn’t healthy and I ended up stopping writing all together for about 3-4 weeks because my mental health took a big hit. When I returned, I strived to find a healthier balance. I’m still trying |
| Lyrics | [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 [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 You might also like[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 |