Enough Today - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Travis Thompson]

Everything's enough today

I won’t even duck the rain

Imma jump the cavalier and do everything but complain

Imma smoke my lungs away

Lately ain’t have much to say

But shit I’m really thankful

Cuz on god we ain’t come up this way

Never been the one to wait

Cuz that shit make me anxious

Seen my momma clocking three jobs

Everyone of them was thankless

Seen my father break his back for a man who really just ain’t shit

And judges tell us they don’t believe in rehabilitation

What’s the point of this, huh?

I knew the world was a bitch

But why they love call you coward

When you break off and you dip

There’s never judgement on this side

Just love for the lost

Today I seen all of the homies when I looked up

And dozed off

I thought what’s a feeling making a million or bagging a bitch from

Back then

Staring up at the ceiling and wondering where it went

The truth and I swear it’s been

As you put a gun to my head biggest fear is still gon' be content

I’m trapped in my story

My life just one big performance I gauge my day off who shows up and who pretends to enjoy it but

Right now it’s different like, like I can’t miss

I want everything just the way it is

Fuck all the ones and wishing

[Hook: Travis Thompson]

Because everything’s enough today

Today

[Bridge: Travis Thompson]

Am I praying am I begging I don’t know

Am I waiting am I ready I don’t know

I’m not sure just what I’m chasing but I hope

That I find it before I go

That I find it in my soul

Am I praying am I begging I don’t know

Am I waiting am I ready I don’t know

I’m not sure just what I’m chasing but I hope

That I find it before I go

That I find it in my soul

[Verse 2: Sylvan LaCue]

Yeah

They want me deceased

Out on my knees

How do I breathe? (I don't know)

They're playing for- Shit!

They're playing for keeps

Moving discreet

But this ain’t a drill, woah

Gotta compete

Spin right for my mind dog

I’ll be back, give me time god

How much does time cost?

My mind a ticking time bomb (time bomb)

Third floor in a condo bumpin' Sade feeling guilty as fuck

Help some niggas back at home grown blown

Where the motto still kill or be fucked

I told my family come through I got blunts

I be in town for the rest of the month

Like fuck it, we're popping in an Uber

My niggas said fuck is that shit 'bout as stuck as they come

Internet preaching, believe in your blessings

Hustlers don't really do email addresses

Trails don't mix and lead to confessions

Tell my story while my soul fly

Get some racks 'fore your goals die

Death don’t mean closed eyes

I couldn't keep a tab open

But I’m probably going home, slime

That’s enough for the road, guys

[Hook: Travis Thompson]

Because everything’s enough today

Today