Another Day Gone (Alt3)

My intuition is telling me that there'll be better days

I step outside and I watch the stars illuminate

The night sky, the moon's eye peers back at me while I fantasize

Of a better day, a dream that I want to realize

I remember back in 215

I picked up my phone and listened to some Forest Hill Drive

Some old shit, my homie tried to put me on before

But I had some restraints, so his words I ignored, uh

I put my headphones in, I sat back and relaxed

Thinking bout my growth and the future that was on hand

I couldn't feel my breath, but the words were at my tongue

They spilled on my computer, so the process was already done