Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Note To Self, artist - EurozDate of issue: 27.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Note To Self |
| I swear it’s the same shit just a different day |
| As I think about the hearts I can penetrate |
| The infrastructure of the youth’s mind I could renovate |
| I envision my mom smiling on that big estate |
| Await to put the shit I can’t pronounce on a dinner plate |
| I ain’t took a day off since I clocked in |
| I stare at my son and make me question where my pops been |
| A no-brainer that would need peace, dry beans |
| You wasn’t at the bottom, I don’t know you at the top then |
| The new shit these new niggas put out lame |
| The fireman, fans expect me to put out flame |
| I put the work in and watch the pay off bitch |
| Lazy niggas at the bottom is where I pray y’all sit |
| I don’t disclose figures regarding the bread I make |
| No Bernie but niggas question what I made off with |
| Word |
| I drop down to my knees as I put my hands up |
| Asking God a question only He can answer |
| I live life televised, somebody hold the camera |
| Don’t let the fear of failure hold you back |
| Ion’t talk to God like I should, I’m losing faith |
| Confess so many lies, I forgot how the truth would taste |
| Been looking for some peace in my hood, it’s a brutal place |
| Where friends will back-stab you, foes shoot you in the face |
| It’s fucked up, we focus on the wrong things |
| Talkin' 'bout Lebron hairline and not Lebron rings |
| And Ion’t really give a fuck what y’all think |
| We taking nothing for granted, it could be gone in a blink |
| Perspective, I ain’t antisocial, I’m selective |
| Ion’t waste my breath for nobody I’m not respecting |
| I ain’t shaking hands to gain connections |
| Fuck the politics, I ain’t running for elections |
| I’m the best in New York, fuck it I said it |
| You marrying the game, I’m interrupting the wedding |
| We the reason you should not be wed |
| I’m eating everything and you will not be fed |
| Motherfucker |
| I drop down to my knees as I put my hands up |
| Asking God a question only He can answer |
| I live life televised, somebody hold the camera |
| Don’t let the fear of failure hold you back |
| See I was backstage at Summer Jam |
| Like «Where them hoes? |
| I’m trying to hit some.» |
| Conversing with K-Dot, that man did some |
| Then I met J. Cole, like «Fuck, I should’ve spit some.» |
| You won’t make it if you play it safe, you gotta risk some |
| Feel I was fit for this business without the costum suit |
| Outshine these wack cats, I’ve been instructed to |
| Ironic how these new rappers still ain’t came with nothing new |
| It’s hard to come across artists who ain’t doing what others do |
| Labels enquire 'bout the kid like «What's up with dude?» |
| «The name Euroz, been mine, rap circles 'round that other dude.» |
| I’m close to groundbreaking but we ain’t walking on thin ice |
| Wasn’t born with manners but it’s obvious I been nice |
| Modest with my son but the lab is where I spit nice |
| Hoping for success that’ll alter my fam and friends' life |
| If this is how it starts, I wonder what the end like |
| Seated too on a table and you ain’t get the invite |
| I wonder why |
| I drop down to my knees as I put my hands up |
| Asking God a question only He can answer |
| I live life televised, somebody hold the camera |
| Don’t let the fear of failure hold you back |
| Don’t let the fear of failure hold you back |