Recoil [Crimson] - Notes to Self

Took my money out the bank last night

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put it on the line

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put it on the line

put it on the…

we don’t know we don’t know why we do it

But I’m gonna let it ride, think I’m gonna let it ride

(we don’t know we don’t know it)

I can’t see tomorrow

(we don’t know we don’t know it)

I can’t write this down

(we don’t know we don’t know it)

I can’t read these lines in my palm I’ve gone far too long

(we don’t know we don’t know it)

Where the time go, where my time spent

Where the last five years of my life went

How to work harder than I am now

How to turn off, how to stand down

But when you people that you count on is frontin'

And theorizing trying to count so you was counterproductive

Especially when this shit is on account of you buzzin'

And they see you was one sided like you counterfeit money!

Catch me if you can, so you can tell me all about this mess up on my hands

When I pressed up on the gas I had no ID

How the fuck you think we got here, those my keys

Long Beach, California across to Boston, Mass

Got dreams of performing all across the map

Swamp D had a shorty but it’s not that bad

He’s still three and a quarter in that (Padre cab?)

How we got here, when I bust strong

It’s the top tier, what we got going

How to not care, should I stop there?

We don’t know we don’t know what we got here

Too close to home, too far to the left

Sugar coated when I wrote it, so pardon my French,

But to the counterfeit I don’t know how to sound a bit

(Anna Nicole I’m down us?) no matter what I get out of it

This is money ball, we ain’t suppose to win

This is do it yourself rap, this is my closest friends

So ya we fight like blood, but their ain’t another motivation quite like love

And the playa' gotta drive in the dry or rain

I could tell you rode tiger at the driver range

But now swimming out the (wood?) work where the times have changed

And I’m rolling the green alone trying to find my game

I bought back to back flights

Two cities two shows in one night

How it feels at the grammy awards

When you never see your family on tour

We don’t know about killing a little time

Chillin' at the green room and Jimmy Kimmel Live

We don’t know what the stadium lights feel like

Do they feel bright, do they feel right?

Right now the kick just kicked in, I chipped my chips in fixed the fix in

Shed my fixed skin, skin myself doubt read the tea leaves and left the rest out

Certain uncertainties, nothing here is a certainty, but certainly you see my

circle inside of my circuitry

Promise I’m on it, I speak it honest so brutally

If you can’t see the writing that’s right in front of you google me