01 - Too Many Tabs (feat. PopRock)

Woke up to seventeen notifications Three calendars deep and I’m losing my patience Spreadsheet for guests, a doc for the questions A folder of folders that defies comprehension Copy the link, paste it somewhere I’ll lose it The system’s not broken — there never was a system [Pre-Chorus] And every week I tell myself “Next time I’ll get organized” But next time looks exactly like The last time in disguise [Chorus] Too many tabs, too many threads Too many things I keep inside my head One more login, one more lag I’m running a show from a digital junkyard Too many tabs, not enough glue I’m holding it together but it’s falling right through Somebody build me something real Something that makes this chaos stand still [Verse 2] Transcript lands in one app, notes live in another Guest confirmation lost in a thread with my mother Promo goes out but I can’t find the artwork The episode’s live but the follow-up won’t work Clip it, ship it, schedule it, share it I swear I had a system — I just can’t remember where it went [Pre-Chorus] And every week I start from scratch Like nothing I did survived The content’s out, the context’s gone And I’m the only one who tried [Chorus] Too many tabs, too many threads Too many things I keep inside my head One more login, one more lag I’m running a show from a digital junkyard Too many tabs, not enough glue I’m holding it together but it’s falling right through Somebody build me something real Something that makes this chaos stand still [Bridge] I don’t need another tool I don’t need another hack I don’t need a twenty-step workflow Just to get my process back I need one place — just one place Where the show doesn’t disappear Where the guest and the content and the follow-up Actually live somewhere near [Final Chorus — bigger, half-time feel] No more tabs, no more threads No more living inside my head One clean view, one clear path Something built to finally last No more tabs — that’s enough Time to trade the duct tape for the glue that holds it up