Note To Self Lyrics

You do a lot

They don't understand

You do a lot

Hard to comprehend

Learn not to be so hard on yourself, you'll see

The fruits of your labor are ready to be picked, go eat

You do a lot

They don't understand

You do a lot

Hard to comprehend

Learn not to be so hard on yourself, you'll see

The fruits of your labor are ready to be picked, go eat

I see you clocking in for that job

I know you have ambitions bigger than the world, why should you stop

Doing what you got to do to set the notion in motion

I promise you attachment to your goals are gonna get chopped

If you continue to let the bullshit get in your way

I'm talking stress, talking drama, I'm talking bout hate

And we both know that relationship is not the same

So if you got to get away, then you got to get away

As long as you use the space, to take advantage

Manage, and plan it all out, get rid of the baggage

You see, you're the only one holding you back

You gotta do it yourself and you gotta keep track

Of all the shit that you got to do

Trust your gut and listen to you

You do a lot

They don't understand

You do a lot

Hard to comprehend

Learn not to be so hard on yourself, you'll see

The fruits of your labor are ready to be picked, go eat

You do a lot

They don't understand

You do a lot

Hard to comprehend

Learn not to be so hard on yourself, you'll see

The fruits of your labor are ready to be picked, go eat

You do a lot in a day

You do a lot in a night

You just made a project, isn't that right

Took you 23 hours 59 minutes

You put a lot into it and you still don't feel quite

Good of yourself, like you could've done more

C'mon man you poured your heart out you slept on the floor

You were killing the boards, I'm here to assure you that you did do enough, bro it's hard to ignore

All the work that you do

Why you so hard on yourself

You work harder than the rest man you gotta excel

Randy caught you in a ep where you fighting your mind

You say you're always feeling stuck so it's hard not to dwell

On not getting recognition that you think you deserve

So you pop another bottle, pour the glass, and its served

You were slamming the desk, at the top of your lungs

You say you'll never give up until it's finally done

But I know the thing you and it's

That you'll never be done and it'll never be done