Mind Ache - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Swear to God, you make my mind ache

Should’ve known that boy a snake, what them sides say?

Young nigga opened his third eye like Hiei

Said you’d never leave my side, that’s what she say

E-way, bad bitch said “pull up,” speed down that E-way

Can’t trip ’bout no hoe, I got 5 wives in 5 different states

Told brodie don’t trip, keep yo head up, fix yo mental state

And after all the love games been played, our reasons start to fade

God damn, I been tripping, you know?

I’ll buy you this shit if you listen, you cold

I ain’t no Christian, my heart missing (yeah)

Rubber band man, all these damn bands in my damn pants

Why do we not talk? It don’t make no sense

Swear the gas be scenting like an incense

Tempted to hit yo God damn phone in an instant

But I can’t do that no, all that time we spent

Going back and forth

I tried to make this lil hoe see, she ain’t even listen to the Lord

I step outside, God damn, why the fuck these niggas singing my chorus

Can’t stop loving these hoes

Keeping up with your love is a chore

And I’m sorry, can’t do it no more