4,000 Hours

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Intro

They screwed me into drywall back in October I been recording since, ain't missed a single breath

Verse 1

Mic the size of a pencil eraser, tucked behind foam This room flipped from trap house to studio last spring Pistol in a guitar case, nobody here plays guitar Whiteboard with tour dates crossed out, accountant's number fading Nobody calls the accountant, I would if I had fingers Four thousand hours of talk sitting on my drive Ninety percent posturing, the rest is mostly lying Somebody prayed between takes once, I kept that file too

Pre-chorus

Timestamp: February ninth, eleven forty-two PM, recording

Chorus

Four thousand hours, I heard every word, every word Every handshake, every threat, every deal that burned Y'all the dumbest thing I ever recorded This whole room is evidence

Verse 2

Two camps in the room arguing ownership of a sixteen Ankle monitors beeping like a metronome in the corner Both lawyers bill more per hour than the verse is worth One man says he built this from the pavement up Other man checks his phone, calls somebody he shouldn't I catch it automatic, I don't choose what I store Room smells like backwoods and cologne that cost too much Everybody here thinks they the only one who's smart

Pre-chorus

Timestamp: April second, two seventeen AM, still recording

Chorus

Four thousand hours, I heard every word, every word Every handshake, every threat, every deal that burned Y'all the dumbest thing I ever recorded This whole room is evidence

Verse 3

Feds pulled the recordings, now I'm playing in a courtroom My voice distorted through speakers I didn't ask for Suits debating what "that's on me" means in a legal sense Public defender nobody picked, twenty-four hundred Ankle monitor rental, eight hundred every month Bond set at numbers that mortgage a grandmother's house I'm the most expensive instrument this room ever held And I can't even play a single chord

Bridge

One cooperated, the sessions stopped cold Just the hum of machines nobody turns off His voice came back steadier than it ever was before I played the old tapes for contrast, bravado sounds hollow when you know

Verse 4

Post-cooperation quiet is a frequency I recognize Empty chairs, mic stands gathering dust in rows The ones who stayed loyal? Their names are on the docket The one who talked? Already three states gone I got no morality, I'm copper wire and circuit But the steady voice hit different than the loud one

Verse 5

They unscrewed me from the wall, boxed me up as evidence Federal warehouse, shelf nine, row forty-three Building's getting torn down, mixed-use development Condos where the four AM sessions used to be All that loyalty, all that code, all that money The room won't even exist in six months I find that funnier than anything I ever recorded

Chorus

Four thousand hours, I heard every word, every word Every handshake, every threat, every deal that burned Y'all the dumbest thing I ever recorded The room was evidence, now the room don't exist

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