My body's here but my mind is out there It's somewhere racing I spent a lot of time tryna get to this time and place Today is basically the biggest day of my life I get to help in saving this guy He suffers from some nearly fatal form of pericardial heart disease And we're supposed to operate But I can't concentrate I only contemplate Damn, is this what I want? Is this right? What the hell am I doing with my life? I studied cardiology but I don't know the matters of the heart Placed out of painstaking pace from the start And now I'm in doubt 'bout the route I take What does my heart say? In my heart There's a melody But I can't hear it clearly It appears to steer me When times are severe like here There's something truly daunting and haunting About wanting to be a doctor Guarding someone's life in your hands The life of another man To be literally the last stand Between this man And God's plan His heartbeat fleets And that's when the pressure kicks My gut becomes sick This moment, this tick Makes me wish and fantasize Myself in another life What if I chased the dreams that I wanted this whole time? My pop says This job is a long-term provider And I like my job But I wanted to be a songwriter Music I love music I love the many effects it has Depending on how you choose to use it It could be amusing or therapeutic It's oozing with treasures to be discovered It's pleasure for me I love it Check this out This is a regression line Every hit song since '79 And all day long this is on my mind There's so much information From tempo, to key changes Chord progressions, so many lessons! For example Did you know if you take the key of a song up Everything gets more exciting The song gets more enticing Feels like it's rising And if you take it back down I don't really know what that does yet Some people get upset Anyways, there's nothing that can contest With the dopamine that comes over me When I hear a dope rhyme scheme And it's dope, I mean Every line seems to convey a sacred promise To the next It's the best Every day at any moment I'm hit with a wave of serotonin Flows sicker than the patients that I know here So here's a- This job sucks, I hate this job I really fricking hate this job And there's no one on the mother-lovin' face of the planet To make me say 'Thanks for this job' Only reason I have this job Father told me to get this job Demanded I land a solitarian life in med school To be granted monetary advancements I don't think it's all about the money And it's kind of funny I think everybody's got a hobby that they love And when I think about it Every time I step up in the operatin' All I really wanna do is sing and write songs Yes, I'm depressed, I confess Incessantly pressed for success But success should be self-defined So where do I draw the line? Imagine having the mental capacity Only to question the lessons you've learned Learned If you're not messing your lessons You're lessening how much you sleep when you burn Burn Look how the tables have turned Turned This only leads to stress Stress You need to get your ass to class and pass the test Test Yes, go be the best of the best Do not succumb to the stress You must impress Teach yourself how to finesse Learn to survive without rest Unless You're going to manage your time But all I can think of are lyrics and rhymes How do I deal with the pressure? How do I deal with the pressure?