Truth - Intellectual

[Pre-Chorus]

Rolling papers on the counter

I don't think I'll live without her

Know the fuck I'd ever doubt her

I just really think that I should know

Remember when I didn't have a fan?

Now I think everything is going to plan (yeah)

Money on the counter, I can't live without her

Turn the sweet to sour, that's her superpower

I've been chasing time, these minutes and hours

I been on my grind, my soul's been devoured

Chase a bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag

Pay attention to these kids, I'm a bad dad

You thought that you pulled me, motherfucker, got the last laugh

Please forget you knew me, motherfucker, I'm on my path

Remember when I didn't have a fan?

I was looking to grind to

But I didn't have a plan

It was then that I met you

Everything had some purpose

Every time I was with you, felt less worthless

Time pass, now I'm spitting verse after verses

My bad, I didn't give you a good-night kiss

Guess what, time pass, now I'm on my own

Never wanted it to feel like this, now I feel so alone

Chase the money, chase the bag

To distract myself

It's kinda funny, that I don't care about my health

Over time, the only one I have is myself

On my grind, I'm putting all my demons on my shelf

Rolling papers on the counter

I don't think I'll live without her

Know the fuck I'd ever doubt her

I just really think that I should know

Remember when I didn't have a fan?

Now I think everything is going to plan (yeah)

Money on the counter, I can't live without her

Turn the sweet to sour, that's her superpower

I've been chasing time, these minutes and hours

I been on my grind, my soul's been devoured

Chase a bag, bag, bag, bag, bag, bag

Pay attention to these kids, I'm a bad dad

You thought that you pulled me, motherfucker, got the last laugh

Please forget you knew me, motherfucker, I'm on my path