I’ve never felt this type of pressure/
One that the whole wide world is impressed with/
And They’re obsessed with the texture/
Welcome to my funeral, the words are on my dress shirt/
Fuck the back talk, all up on your blog site/
These Internet kids aren’t built to make the dogs bite/
Is that appropriate? I figured that you’d understand/
Smoking on some opiates you’re walking on a rubber band/
They snap when the pop songs pollinate/
Pockets full of posers in a parking lot in Hollywood/
Cellophane Rap, sell it for your open ears/
I’m motivated by the Open beers and broken mirrors/
Salute to the solution of a sidewalk/
Chalk it up and dust It off, I’m up against the time clock/
It’s stupid that you thought that this was temporary/
What we’ve created is a masterpiece, it’s necessary/
So put it in your top ten follow ups/
Criticism isn’t shit, fuck your sophomore slump/
We took this straight to the major leagues/
Better than before, center court for the world to see.

From the pressure came a diamond/
We’re not the customers now, we’re the suppliers/
Where there’s fire, the fumes might kill ya/
Tonight we’re chain smoking, this is unfiltered.

Someone’s bound to take this shit the wrong way/
Over confident? Nah, it’s been a long day/
I’ve had enough of the comparisons and scrutiny/
Truthfully, I’m no longer the martyr on your crucifix/
The perennial artist composing real talk/
Instrumentally driven by Chris’ theme songs/
My name is Gus, it’s nice to finally meet again/
This is trustworthy music, this is Life & Death/
I’ll die when the words become plastic/
And there’s an emptiness of liquid where my flask sits/
And writing songs becomes labor/
Cause love’s not enough when you’re digging for pay dirt/
But when I’m done with this, I promise it’ll make a change/
I won’t need their validation or their saving grace/
Last year we tapped into your heartbeat/
And this year our name is up in lights upon the marquee/
We took it on and made it what we wanted to/
Fameless entertainment making revenue on bar stools/
He put it all on the line to move to Denver/
I put it all on the line and my girls finger/
So this is what it means to think celebrity/
Well you can keep those fucking thoughts inside your memory/
…we did it all without a co-sign/
Drinking like we’ll never drink again atop this gold mine.

From the pressure came a diamond/
We’re not the customers now, we’re the suppliers/
Where there’s fire, the fumes might kill ya/
Tonight we’re chain smoking, this is unfiltered.