Turnstile Pressure To Succeed
Real hassle controlled my mind.
I shot down my own dreams to avoid the pressure to succeed.
Maybe I love to leave, come and go until I die, scared of the future, no.
I'd rather settle than try.
If I fail then will I survive or will I just get by?
Self-doubt blinds me.
Visions that I'm fighting, I wanna fight and provoke the unheard.
Pointless thoughts stand in my way.
Who I am and what I am can't help but think I will go nowhere.
My body keeps tellin me, but I will not believe.
I will not ever believe.
I'm just saving myself forever now.
Don't act like you know what I'm here for.
I won't let you be part of me.
You got a realistic mind.
Ambition-less you'll never be satisfied.
