Intuition & Equalibrum - Best Fool lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 fits within it Been a minute since I sprinted pa** the point of moving on Still sending f** 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 [Hook x2] 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 [Verse 2] 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) [Hook] [Verse 3] 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 la**, for they ask for titty grabs I make my loot by stitching bits 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