Intuition - Best Fool lyrics

My pops taught me how to
Throw when I was three
By the age of thirteen
I lost a hold of my beliefs
The known control freak who keep
Alone and don't speak
Since playing hide 'n' go seek been
Trying to find his own niche

Don't lie and overreach
Go get in where you fit in
Keep a couple trick cards hidden
Up in my mittens i realized that every good
Idea's been invented
So I occupy my space laced
And vintage fit's within it

Been a minute since I sprinted pass
The point of moving on
Still sending fuck you's to past
Employers Hugh and John
I wasted three years doing your stupid job
At least I'm fired and I got
Time to right these foolish songs

A renaissance man who grabs a
Pen and scrawls jams
On a pad of sticky notes
Holding a Guiness tall can
My life seems kind of cool
But it's never all glam
So when it all falls down I
Just let it all land

You can't reinvent truth
You can't reinvent, reinvent
You can't reinvent truth
I'd rather die the worst me than
Live to be the best, fool


Don't let your ego get ahead of you
Believing all the hype from the
Pipelines you fed it through
I'm from that school of thought there's
Never nothing left to prove
So I keep yapping till no one
Left to confess it to

I said I talk in the mirror
Convinced that that's the only time
That anybody hear's ya
I'm glad I got that cleared up
Mom I said I lead a lonely life
And then I watched her tear up

But cheer up, because it's all good mama-san
I got a couple of fees that'll
Come over with pajamas on
At the drop of a dime
To waste up all my time and hop along
Too preoccupied to ever get
My Robert Johnson on

But, I serenade satan
Sitting on a corner with a
Pair of shades waitin'
Heir apparent adjacent to
Them barricades break
My demeanor's like a needle
We don't share the same patients (patience)

I hit the bar alone, I never leave alone
Driving far from home
Seeking out a seed to sow
Be discreet and keep the secrets
In the need to know
Don't let your short sheeted feet be
The reason peace is gone

Yeah, I know that half the city's mad
Because I smashed their pretty lass
For they ask for titty grabs
I make my loot by stitching
Bit's of witty slang
Not enough to put the peanut
Shells inside the piggy bank

And now, Wells Fargo hates me
They trace me every place my
Failed card goes lately
Where the hell's charm gonna take me
When I'm sleeping past twelve my
Alarm don't wake me

Pacing with a sleepwalk sickness
Placing all my faith in
This cheap talk business
I've been some places
Trying to see the rest too
Because there's no value in trying
To be the best fool