Doing No Numbers - Rubberband OG

Well, son, I hope you enjoy your birthday And you have a blessed one And I love you From the bottom of my heart, Mamaw I wished I believed I wished I believed when you Told me you believed in me I wish I could see in me what you seen When we talked last, you just told me two things, said "I love you" And no matter what, keep doing what you doing Keep doing what you doing Whatever you doing, keep doing it You gotta keep it moving Gotta keep it moving, yeah Do what you do, yeah Keep doing what you doing (Just let it run for a second) And when I found it hard at times to be myself Not me, just me and myself Myself, myself Out there doing what I'm (wait) Doing what I'm doing I think that's what got me here I gave it my best and that exactly why I'm here Hated how it felt to be in debt, to being failed 'Til did something Self-reflecting, thinking 'bout the testaments and wisdom Make sure you got a will, there's a way when there is one Keep doing what you doing, go do what's already been done I know you got it in you (Yeah, yeah, baby, I) Yes, I know you got it in you (yeah, yeah) Yes, I know you got it in you, oh Oh, oh, oh (baby, I) Oh-woah-woah

There's always a number that'll make you feel bad about yourself You try to measure up Try to measure up to somebody else Numbers are out to get you Numbers are out to get you Numbers, ooh They say that you're too short to join the team And your IQ's too low for poetry Numbers are out to get you Numbers are out to get you Numbers, ooh I hear the sadness in your laughter So call on me and tell me what you need Just call on me and tell me what you need Look at him, look at her, they've got a million likes You better figure out to how to multiply, divide Numbers are out to get you They'll kill you if they get you Numbers, ooh I hear the sadness in your laughter So call on me and tell me what you need Just call on me and tell me what you need I'm a one, I'm a zero In the end, does it matter? All that we even really know Is every nail needs a hammer But the numbers won't compute When we love and the two becomes one (Zero, one, one, two, three, five, eight, thirteen) I hear the sadness in your laughter I hear the sadness in your laughter

Count up your portions, count up your checks Feeding your fam while you're coming at my neck When ya gonna freeze with the cruel dramatics? I'm not inspired by your foolish practice Butter your bullshit, set up your fence I'm just the chicken giving you the egg Soon you're gonna see that your breath was wasted Don't speak too soon on your doubts, you're making A big deal out of a little thing Why should I try to conform to formulated paths? When clearly all my instincts led to something more magical? Am I just a number? 'Cause it seems like that's your goal You push us past our limits just to watch decimals grow Oh, I need a reason why I'm looked at like a joke Until I prove you wrong like I've done time and time before And all your idle teaching and your criticism lack The potential to penetrate my solid golden path To decide what my future is, I'm my own clairvoyant There's no controlling me Imagination on ascend Take me to Venus, let me explode I'm ready to pop like a volcano Jump over me like you're playing hot lava Emotions on one hundred thousand, who's gonna Shake me like soda creme, but, of course Use all your words to distract from the source Of where all the growth on the paper happens Leave me alone in my own concoction Pricking all my fingertips to carve out many roads Pushing out the petals from the bud of what I know Am I just a number? 'Cause it seems like that's your goal You push us past our limits just to watch decimals grow Oh, I need a reason why I'm looked at like a joke Until I prove you wrong like I've done time and time before And all my intuition says is, "Expansion comes first" But not just by material, I'm talking 'bout in here My heart space and my cranium must be loved too, my dear Don't push me to the edge until I'm useless and can't feel They replaced their search for knowledge With the reach of many material gains They lack the tenderness of the sensitive Empathetic bodies crying from the pain It's too late to grow their frame Of mind it seems that it's already made No use in arguing with someone who doesn't Wanna prioritize birthing of creation Am I just a number? Am I just a number? Am I just a number? Am I just a number? Am I just a number? 'Cause it seems like that's your goal You push us past our limits just to watch our numbers grow Oh, I need a reason why I'm looked at like a joke Until I prove you wrong which I've done time and time before And all my intuition says is, "Expansion comes first" But not just by material I'm talking 'bout in here My heart space and my cranium must be loved too, my dear Don't push me to the edge until I'm useless and can't feel