Martin Malota - Numbers. lyrics

I had a call at a quarter to 3, uneasy speech... Picked up the phone and it was actually me speaking to me "Get the f** out of the bed and meet me up at the front!" I hung up, this is a dream I'm thinking...this is f**ed up I slept for hours...and it seemed, still in a dream When I heard a knock followed by somebody trying to open my screen I knew the door-wall was locked, so I peeped through the blinds I couldn't see, but I heard a voice that sounded like mine "Come on Martin, stop bullsh**ting b**h, I'm gonna k** you!" Am I the real you, are you me? "I'm trying to tell you!" Talk about out of body I was looking at me Just trying to register what's happening and it's hardly a dream "I'm you next year, I came to tell you you're about to make a horrible mistake!" Next year? "I'm already late, no time to explain, just trust me!" This is hurting my brain... "You see me seeing you, just think of mirrors being the same!" I'm beginning to feel like this ain't a game, we started walking... Every time I began talking he's like "Just wait Martin this is crucial, It'll change the outcome of our lives!" I hit the gas trying to push it driving I-75 This is crazy, I'm nervous, my palms sweating, perturbed And enough that this is me with me, I can't see the purpose And then the truth came out in one swoop, a tightened noose Cause I remember that murder was the case that they gave Snoop In the coupe contemplating my life, he said "Five cats with gats aimed at me and had a knife to my wife The tension was thick and a pin drop could shatter a brick I'm thinking about charging them, but any move would do us both in! And then our son ran out in the room and yelled 'Surprise!' He was shot in the temple, blood came out of the side My wife was crazy, she looked at me with fire in her eyes When I nodded we started taking out all five of these guys She was cut in her arm, then she was shot in the throat I grabbed a gat from one of their hands and started going for broke! They k**ed you three and this is what happened to me in the act Of bravery...you tried to save your wife so I'm back In the form of a ghost to greet you and forewarn you in hope That the choices you make in life won't put my life on a hold!" A tear fell from my eyes...I saw me crying and cried I'm dying inside with anger and I'm trying to just drive At about 9 o'clock, I stopped in the parking lot Stopped to watch five cops on the spot next to the drop Then my future self popped the locks and he grabbed a bag Out the back and told me "Sit tight, the blocks too hot!" That's when I asked him, why the f** we sitting at The Faction then? I told him that I have a man in, says he has an in... "Sure he does and you about to get signed But the f**ed up sh** is, once you do you're gonna die!" [Dialogue] What the f** you mean I'm gonna die? "You're gonna die!" What are you talking about man? "They're gonna come out with your posthumous debut album. These motherf**ers are shady as f**...they're headed to your house. They're gonna try and k** you...your wife...your kid." No no slow down "No I'm telling you! They're gonna k** you, your wife and your kid. They're gonna f**ing drop your album and make money off of your..." What the f** are you talking about? "I'm telling you dude. You need to go in the building...you need to k** the motherf**ing CEO before they announce this sh**!" Hell no "You have to dude...there's no f**ing choice. Everything that you need's in this motherf**ing bag. Take this..." Okay "Handle business..." Okay I got it "...so we can live!" Fixed my tie through my reflection, while walking into the building I'm illin...Armani suit, I'm just trying to be a chameleon k**ing time, I view the directory, people next to me Briefcases and lap top bags every accessory... The name I'm looking for, was like, up 70 floors Hit the spot people scrambling through elevator doors I paused and saw the scene...It was like, it was a dream Surreal with vivid colors but mostly, I'm smelling green In any case, avoiding the staircase was ominous The lobby was packed I'll probably just stay anonymous 70 floors? Its obvious I'll wait til it clears... Ducked through the elevator and heard somebody say, "He's here!" Gave chase while I raced, feels like I'm running in place... The elevator's made of gla**, you know it's hard to save face Turned around to see the doors, I stopped it at 64 Walked out...hit the stairs climbing, it's only 6 more When I got out...reached in my bag and I pulled out a flask Poured the wax on my face and changed with clothes in the bag Straight out of face off, I paced off and slid in the hall Put on the FedEx uniform and now it's time to play ball Everything was immaculate, floors were black lacquer, with doors To ceilings, white with platinum album plaques on it Stagnant, then I managed travel after a gander... The man I was looking for was in the back with some managers [Dialogue] "Where you at?" I'm upstairs man, I can't get back there "Where the f** are you at?!" I can't get back there dude "Nah...hell no, you ain't giving up on this sh**. You gotta do this..." I can't do...I can't do anything about it, there's way too many f**ing witnesses man "You about to be a motherf**ing witness to your own murder...and I'm gonna be stuck here in the past and sh**, not knowing what the f** to do. All these motherf**ers care about are numbers. Whether it's album sales or you being a statistic. They don't give a f**."