[Intro: Verbal Kent]
I got a feeling is my own and I own my truth
I got a feeling that I'm here for a reason and the reason is you
I got a feeling that the past and the present and the future are the same
I got a feeling that I'm nothing much more than a student of the game

[Verse 1: Verbal Kent]
Another day another dollar
Weeks worth of work in my wallet
Life's what you call it
That's why I take shots at these bars
Listen close, I'm not talking about being an alcoholic
Interpretation is everything
Business, kids and wedding rings
Think we need shrinks stress the cheddar brings
What the fuck money will solve?
In fact money makes an ass out of most when big money's involved
When I slow down and think about it
Half the moves that I've made
I wish someone said, "Slow down and think about it."
Nothing in life lasts
I wish that I could stretch this moment to infinity and back and fight math
Sitting in the diner with mother of my child
Thinking, "How can we make this moment forever now?"
Cause at it's simplest, life's perfect
Fuck work and fuck the other Earthlings
Fuck what's on the surface
None of this is worth it
[Hook: Verbal Kent]
I got a feeling is my own and I own my truth
I got a feeling that I'm here for a reason and the reason is you
I got a feeling that the past and the present and the future are the same
I got a feeling that I'm nothing much more than a student of the game

[Verse 2: Red Pill]
Life will get overwhelming, Devil on shoulder dwelling
Telling you all the reasons death could be so compelling
Suddenly you stressing chaos, never getting a day off
All you doing is working and never seeing a pay off
Wondering where your check at
Knowing W-2's are just going to pay your debts back
Well F that
Getting pulled in every direction and you don't gotta accept that
And I don't mean to complain
But you gotta believe me it isn't easy to feign
Happiness or a smile when all you're feeling is pain
Only way to maintain is with chemicals in your brain
When every day that you wake
Is just another reminder of smiles that you gotta fake
Try to remember the time we're given is borrowed
Knowing you got to do it all over again tomorrow

[Hook: Verbal Kent]
I got a feeling is my own and I own my truth
I got a feeling that I'm here for a reason and the reason is you
I got a feeling that the past and the present and the future are the same
I got a feeling that I'm nothing much more than a student of the game