Front Porch Session - C.R.S.

Описание: [verse 1]
I was talkin’ on my cellphone, walkin’ circles ’round the yard,
Sayin’, “Hang on just a second, babe, this signal’s kinda hard.”
Then I told her, “I can’t find it, must’ve left it by the bed,”
But the phone I swore was missin’ was in my hand instead.

[chorus]
Yeah, I got C. R. S., it’s a certified condition,
I forget what I’m forgettin’, even lose my own ambition.
If I start a conversation, better buckle in a bit,
’Cause I’ll end up somewhere random thanks to C. R. S.—
Can’t Remember Shit.

[verse 2]
Spent an hour lookin’ frantic for the glasses I misplaced,
Checked the truck, the kitchen counter, even blamed the dog in haste.
Then my buddy pointed at me with a grin I can’t forget—
Those damn glasses I was huntin’ were on top of my own head.

[chorus]
Yeah, I got C. R. S., it’s a certified condition,
I forget what I’m forgettin’, even lose my own ambition.
If I start a conversation, better buckle in a bit,
’Cause I’ll end up somewhere random thanks to C. R. S.—
Can’t Remember Shit.

[verse 3]
I’ll start tellin’ you a story ’bout a thing that happened once,
Then I’ll drift into another like a ramblin’ country dunce.
By the time I hit the ending, it ain’t where it should’ve fit—
But that’s just how my brain is wired with this C. R. S. I get.

[bridge]
I ain’t lazy, I ain’t crazy, I just lose my train of thought,
And the tracks are kinda crooked from the miles my mind has fought.
But if you need a laugh or two, well buddy, I’m your hit—
’Cause livin’ life with C. R. S. is a comedy skit.

[outro]
So if you see me lookin’ confused, don’t you worry, I’m all right,
I just forgot what I was thinkin’ somewhere back there in the night.
And if I start mixin’ things up, well that’s just how my mind gets—
“That’s what it’s like with C. O. P. D.—
…I mean—”
This life of mine with C. R. S.—
Can’t Remember Shit.
Can’t Remember Shit.
Can’t Remember Shit.