Intuition - Forget Today lyrics

[Verse 1: Intuition] Well it's the happy-go-unlucky loser from your childhood Who rides around, kinda down, hides a frown and smiles good His style could fool the ma**es as he make-believes That everything is fine behind the slim, grim and praying teeth But on the inside, nothing's perfect And on the inside, he isn't sure it's worth it, but On your inside you might be disturbed To see this kid spill his insides all Over your curb. At your- Local barber party acting loud and rowdy Sees his ex girl in the crowd, hes feeling down and pouty Every refill he spills down his throat now he's Thinking bout how he might steal your audi He's got a couple girls he'll probably hurt and lied to A sh**ty job that he wears a shirt and tie to Denied by every other place he applied to But tries to find new work worth of fried food But s**s sleeping on a cold damn futon Same sh**, different day, he knows he needs to move on But it's been too long, he's feeling situated Bit sedated habitualistic symptoms of simple aimin' [Hook] And he's a grown man, but is he grown up? He's got a show plan, but has it shown up? He had the world within his hands but let it slip away He'll sit and say that everything's fine until he forgets today You could never see mine (my perspective) Keep your - Keep your eyes focused You could never see mine (my perspective) Keep your - Keep your eyes focused You could never see my (bird's eye view) [Verse 2: Intuition] Irresponsible and arrogant, a slob in the worst way Moved to a new hood, robbed on the first day Don't believe in God, but his mom in the church pray That her baby boy stay strong and the hurt fade Similar to the blue jeans and tattoos Tied up tightly in routines and black shoes Survives on next to nothing, blues beats and fast food And stacks of used movies a few weeks past due Moody grew attitude of an a**hole Needs to swallow calm in a sugar coated capsule Refuses, otherwise he's just useless Balances the right side by pointing out the future Used to secretly hate his friends, they'd secretly hate him back He'd secretly decrease their secrets to help him face the facts Don't really got a home, just a place to place his crap And spends a lot of time alone, that's where he feels safest at He has his good days, girls say he's a fun flirt Just nasty enough to sneak a peak up a nun's skirt Habitually bites his nails until his thumbs hurt And does his best thinking when he's coked up and sun burnt [Hook]