Note To Self.

Beats playing up in the back
It's hitting me in the soul
It's telling me to relax
Admittedly when I'm wrong
I'm explicit and quite dismissive
My niggas take a pinch
Of success and mixing it in with
All the time we running on
But I still be watching on
While all these moments pass you
You been on my mind
And sticking on me
Like a tattoo
We should take some time
I think a visit really past due
Take a plane, a car, a train
Whichever ain't a hassle

And maybe I should leave the past to
Steady fade away
To memories
I never latch to
Colors change to grey
And all this ink
It turn to pencil
Papers burning great
I wish I really didn't have to
Burn it everyday
An effort
I ain't wanna make
Just to keep it on the move
Had to drop all of the weight
My patience thinner than the moon
But you tell me everyday
That's something you don't wanna do
Because you

Acting like you running
When you move slow
Tell me was you walking
When the info hit you
When the info hit you
Acting like you running
When you move slow
Tell me was you walking
When the info hit you
When the info hit you

All this love around you
Wish that you could feel it
Say you reaching goals
I say you reaching ceilings
Mad at all your cards
But you're the one to deal them
you take any part
In the play
Your efforts above a million
But you were
Singing every word
I swear you never miss it
Open on the ride
Just like I'm double clicking
Looking at the sky
And all the colors glisten
All of this
Was locked in my mind
Behind what this shit is mixed with
But we could make a dream
That ain't nobody selling
Turned reality
Now that's just overzealous
You got all these stories
You just gotta tell it
And I would just listen
It would only take a minute
Would you ask me
Could we take it back to last week
(Could we take it back to last week)



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Writer(s): Kyle Cullinan
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