Testo My Note - Chase Martin
Testo della canzone My Note (Chase Martin), tratta dall'album 2001
How many days I got left here on this Earth we call home?
Funny question I guess, cause even after I'm gone
My body still in the dirt, granted, though, decomposed
It ain't what it once was, where will I be? No one knows
No need to worry 'bout me, prolly somewhere where the time's froze
And I ain't waking up, I keep my eyes closed
Tried to lead but it's always been a dream to follow
So when I'm gone, play this for 'em, tell 'em this is my note
Look, always felt I was a few steps ahead
But instead, now I realize it was all in my head
So what's left? Every day, wake up with a lot of stress
Then again, so does everyone every now and then
How you live? Waking up, got roaches inside the crib
Hide ya kids, it's not too good of an environment
My life was spent getting to the point that I'm at now just to not be shit
I'm in dire need of a chronic fix
Constantly finding myself questioning how do I exist
So complicated, quantum mechanics can't explain why it is or how it's so
But if they knew, how could we prove they'd really tell us so?
Give anything to know but sell my soul
Talkin' 'bout reality to these folks, like, what do they know?
Tryna see it clearly, then clearly I need a telescope
I'm slightly curious like that character wearing a yellow coat
I'm frozen in time, feel like I just can't let it go
But is it so? Or is it just all in my mind?
But either way, what's the difference though? All in due time
The same path that I'm taking, you'll be walking in line
But I'll meet you there, it's all 'gon be fine
Hold my hand, we'll travel down this path the same time
But understand, not everything that's good is divine
Some things don't need explaining like a crook doing crimes
Read a book, who am I? I'm just a schmuck of a guy
But from my observation, we in particular times
Got no curriculum, how are they supposed to figure shit out?
When they pick up a book and half the words is blurred out?
People so sensitive now, don't want the word gettin' out
But I ain't trippin', I'm prepared to be gone
Gotta keep my head strong, I'm still moving along
Waiting for my last day, I get impatient, involved
In something greater than y'all, but I might be dead wrong
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Writer(s): Chase Knackstedt
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