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The Receipt We Fold lyrics
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Intro
Phone buzzing on the nightstand like it know the list too long Fridge light on the yellow paper with five lines starting to sweat Rain tapping like it collecting what we owe on the glass One breath, hold, release slow before the day start its math
Verse 1
Woke in Lauderhill, AC coughing like the rent due on it too I-95 north past 79th, every exit got a bill and a story Corner store on 27th Ave, owner bagging my water before I speak Opa-Locka bus stop, lady counting quarters for the fare in her palm Publix on four forty-one, receipt printer testifying every cent I spent
Chorus
First you eat so the body don't fold, then lock the door so the night stay out Then reach for the ones that still answer, hope the love don't run out Then stand in the mirror and don't look away when the eyes look back tired Then build with the hands that still work even when the light feel expired "The base don't hold if the rain keep eating the foundation from within" Fold the receipt three times, tuck it in the visor, wipers do the rest That's the ritual, the proof we still here checking the list
Verse 2
Safety feel like the unknown number from the leasing line calling again One more late notice and the door might not open the same Love turn to unread messages in the family chat after the layoff hit Esteem in the "we appreciate you" while they cut the shift again Self-actualization the notebook at 2:47 with the ring light on Turnpike toll beep another charge the account can't explain
Chorus
First you eat so the body don't fold, then lock the door before the notice slide in Then reach for the ones that still answer, pray the number ain't changed again Then stand in the mirror and don't flinch at the cost of staying in Then build with the hands that still work, turn the weight into a win "The base don't hold if the rain keep eating the foundation from within"
Verse 3
Look at the man in the glass, eyes holding the same list the fridge got Physiological in the tired posture, safety in the double lock check Love in the saved last plate for whoever might show Esteem in the ironed shirt even when the job feel like a trap Self-actualization in the pen moving when the words feel stuck
Verse 4
Needs turn enemy when the body say rest but the shift say clock in Safety gone when the blue lights hit the rearview on the way home from the gig Love feel like the empty chair when rent took the extra plate Esteem the application asking for three jobs and you got "trying to stay straight" Self-actualization the dream on the screen the algorithm don't see for 305 So I write the list into bars so it can't hide in the light Every verse a counter receipt, every hook proof we still alive
Chorus
First you eat so the body don't fold, then lock the door with chain and deadbolt on Then reach for the ones that still answer even when the signal weak and night long Then stand in the mirror and see the fighter the list tried to turn into a pawn Then build with the hands that still work, turn the five into a song "The base don't hold if the rain keep eating the foundation from within"
Verse 5
To the ones after, the list don't disappear, it just change the paper it's on Count the needs in the morning before the phone start its song Physiological the plate you make before you sit to eat Safety the code you pass: watch your six, keep your word, don't repeat Love the light left on even when you the only one home Esteem the way you say your name like it mean something when they say you don't
Outro
The list stay on the fridge, the rain don't care what we need But the pen still moving in the dark, and the need to speak truth...
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Phone buzzing on the nightstand like it know the list too long Fridge light on the yellow paper with five lines starting to sweat
First you eat so the body don't fold, then lock the door so the night stay out Then reach for the ones that still answer, hope the love don't run out
The list stay on the fridge, the rain don't care what we need But the pen still moving in the dark, and the need to speak truth...
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