[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 masses 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 shitty 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 sucks sleeping on a cold damn futon
Same shit, 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 asshole
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]