paroles de chanson Note to Self - Buck Bowen

My plate is overflowing, in fact it's like a China cabinet
Every plate contains an epic task that I am trying to manage
But I have to power through
If I feel I'm 'bout to lose I remind myself of Howard Hughes

Yeah Hughes it or lose it
Put up a wall I'm busting through it, nothing to it
"But it's so hard!" You need to shut your damned mouth and write your fucking plans down
Stop waiting for a hand out

Do I need to kick your ass or what?
Or why not just admit the truth that you don't want it bad enough
Fucking off and acting dumb, nothing wrong with that but um...
What happened to your passion son?

Your motivation's going to wane, I understand but don't complain
Control yourself, withhold your pain
Act as if you chose your fate
Light a fire stoke the flame, commit to win with no restraint

Get delusional
Keep improving even if it means you're moving slow
Even if it means you take a hit
Sometimes the present moment will unfold to show a painful gift

Don't run, stay and seek the lesson
You may just find the answer often hides behind a question
Live your life like a conspiracy
To over throw your fear of things while getting closer near your dreams

Treat it like you're on a mission
Give yourself assignments and keep trying till you got them finished
Better yet, imagine your biography
Is it full of miracles and stories people like to read?

Your limit lies where you let it
So keep your eyes focused be advised don't forget it
Take a breath, accept whatever happens
And remember, your future is full of your present actions