| Song | Scope or Claw |
| Artist | Sims |
| Album | Field Notes |
| I was plucked from the sky | |
| pulled down into the the black goo | |
| an evil surrounded me | |
| now I’m trying to pull my way back through | |
| maybe I was running too fast | |
| too locked in, too cocky, too close to the sun | |
| needed to be burned on down | |
| well that’s how it turned out | |
| I’m not sure if I believe in god | |
| but there’s a force that’ll even odds | |
| leave your logic flawed | |
| leave you saying (insert black block_ PAPES) | |
| maybe that was code | |
| pull me off the road because I went too far from home | |
| maybe that was wrong but I’ll never know | |
| it goes exactly how it goes | |
| and supposing doesn't get me closer to what would’ve been | |
| tally the wins, rally the loss, put wind in the sails | |
| me and my chick, she’s bad as fuck, we on that no matter what shit | |
| we ain’t noting to fuck with | |
| same as the crew I grew up with | |
| from the downswing to the uptick | |
| the mud don’t get as thick as the blood | |
| and a motherfucker don’t quit ever he just learns how to trudge | |
| so where you are it’s a call out, roof gone, walls out | |
| no sir, no sale, I will see you in hell | |
| from the bell to the tomb I’m all out | |
| even lost on the rockiest road I wouldn't take another way | |
| even on the darkest night, even on the coldest day | |
| and I’ll never know if that was right until it’s too late | |
| so I guess I’ll do this my way | |
| I vibrate like five strings doing solos around the whole globe | |
| and I expand like rubber bands show you how low can a soul go | |
| and I snap in half and I put it back, no illusions | |
| I go into with no delusions | |
| I don’t know it I just fucking do it, ain’t nothing too it | |
| fear has got no business here | |
| but it don’t disappear it just lives near | |
| and I let that settle, prove my mettle | |
| and I never peddle that sentimental | |
| call my manager, tell him I don’t give a fuck | |
| should’ve quit years ago | |
| a buck? god damn it I do what I love | |
| and all my heroes are broke | |
| even lost on the rockiest road I wouldn't take another way | |
| even on the darkest night, even on the coldest day | |
| and I’ll never know if that was right until it’s too late | |
| so I guess I’ll do this my way | |
| I push until I break then I find me some tape | |
| been that way since I was a boy | |
| and I found that it snaps when it’s wound too tight | |
| now I do it lightly with time to enjoy | |
| when I get picked off by scope or claw | |
| I land with style like I planned it out | |
| make it work like hand-me-downs | |
| with a fresh new cut to sing about | |
| even lost on the rockiest road I wouldn't take another way | |
| even on the darkest night, even on the coldest day | |
| and I’ll never know if that was right until it’s too late | |
| so I guess I’ll do this my way |
| I was plucked from the sky | |
| pulled down into the the black goo | |
| an evil surrounded me | |
| now I' m trying to pull my way back through | |
| maybe I was running too fast | |
| too locked in, too cocky, too close to the sun | |
| needed to be burned on down | |
| well that' s how it turned out | |
| I' m not sure if I believe in god | |
| but there' s a force that' ll even odds | |
| leave your logic flawed | |
| leave you saying insert black block_ PAPES | |
| maybe that was code | |
| pull me off the road because I went too far from home | |
| maybe that was wrong but I' ll never know | |
| it goes exactly how it goes | |
| and supposing doesn' t get me closer to what would' ve been | |
| tally the wins, rally the loss, put wind in the sails | |
| me and my chick, she' s bad as fuck, we on that no matter what shit | |
| we ain' t noting to fuck with | |
| same as the crew I grew up with | |
| from the downswing to the uptick | |
| the mud don' t get as thick as the blood | |
| and a motherfucker don' t quit ever he just learns how to trudge | |
| so where you are it' s a call out, roof gone, walls out | |
| no sir, no sale, I will see you in hell | |
| from the bell to the tomb I' m all out | |
| even lost on the rockiest road I wouldn' t take another way | |
| even on the darkest night, even on the coldest day | |
| and I' ll never know if that was right until it' s too late | |
| so I guess I' ll do this my way | |
| I vibrate like five strings doing solos around the whole globe | |
| and I expand like rubber bands show you how low can a soul go | |
| and I snap in half and I put it back, no illusions | |
| I go into with no delusions | |
| I don' t know it I just fucking do it, ain' t nothing too it | |
| fear has got no business here | |
| but it don' t disappear it just lives near | |
| and I let that settle, prove my mettle | |
| and I never peddle that sentimental | |
| call my manager, tell him I don' t give a fuck | |
| should' ve quit years ago | |
| a buck? god damn it I do what I love | |
| and all my heroes are broke | |
| even lost on the rockiest road I wouldn' t take another way | |
| even on the darkest night, even on the coldest day | |
| and I' ll never know if that was right until it' s too late | |
| so I guess I' ll do this my way | |
| I push until I break then I find me some tape | |
| been that way since I was a boy | |
| and I found that it snaps when it' s wound too tight | |
| now I do it lightly with time to enjoy | |
| when I get picked off by scope or claw | |
| I land with style like I planned it out | |
| make it work like handmedowns | |
| with a fresh new cut to sing about | |
| even lost on the rockiest road I wouldn' t take another way | |
| even on the darkest night, even on the coldest day | |
| and I' ll never know if that was right until it' s too late | |
| so I guess I' ll do this my way |