Focus - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Really should be studying, but the day's so fine

Just chilling at the beach, takeaways, cheap white wine

Killing time whistling at every boy who walks by

Time for the gym, not one looks down or acts up shy

I can hear the old man in my head

And I haven't even spoken with him for a month

Riding shotgun in a shirt deep red

Driving us out to the wharf in Bluff

"Girl, focus

Where'd this attitude come from?

You're my oldest

Focus"

If I put in the time, I know I'd do good

Make him proud, whatever else, I swear I would

But there's just other things, and I don't try

There's nothing wrong with minimum, and I get by

And I can hear the old man in my head

And I haven't even spoken with him for a month

Riding shotgun in a shirt deep red

Driving us out to the wharf in Bluff

"Girl, focus

Where'd this attitude come from?

You're my oldest

You're my oldest"

No more, no more early nights to renegotiate

No more arriving home loaded with boys and beer

'Cause freedom comes and then it's too late

It's too late

Oh, oh, oh, ooh

"Oh, focus

Where'd this attitude come from?

You're my oldest

And, girl, I need you to show me some focus

Focus

Focus"