Lost & Found - Intellectual

[Verse 1: B Wise]

Yeah, uh

Another deadly cocktail, so call my bluff

It’s time to blow the whistle now and that’s enough

Why am I procrastinatin’? Who am I debatin’?

Is there a reason why I’m waitin’? Who am I betrayin’?

Prolly the ones that I ever loved

You know we never grow up and remain forever young

I got a bag of that funk and it hits like Tommy Guns

You know my man always has it, with or without the funds

Feelin’ like we are the ones

Ever since I left the nest, I done move ‘em quick

Gave you drugs and drama, feelin’ like a hypocrite

When you losin’, why they tell you you’re a winner?

Don’t even recognise the image lookin’ back in the mirror, uh

[Chorus: Anfa Rose]

Found myself on the thirty-ninth floor

On the way to God, oh

I’m so charged, oh

[?]

Lost me when I lost you

Where’d you go? Oh

There you are, oh

I need to find myself, oh

I need to find myself, yeah

I need to find myself, oh

I need to find my, yeah

I need to find myself, oh

I need to find my

[Verse 2: B Wise]

Man, it’s pure for the power, for the pleasure

Man, I’m feelin’ down, I’m feelin’ [?] depression

My mischievous ways catchin’ up has got me stressin’

Why won’t I settle down? I could never learn my lesson

But the old me say “Fuck that shit, gotta keep on riding, dog”

If you ain’t livin’ to die, then tell me what the fuck you riding for?

This angel on your shoulder isn’t loyal

And when it’s time to go to war you told me “Who gon’ ride for you?”

Fall back in the trap, that’s just all it takes

My pride’ll be the death of me, makin’ mistakes

So we’re lookin’ for some substance, take the pain away

If the pressure keep on buildin’, I don’t know if I remain the same

[Chorus: Anfa Rose]

Found myself on the thirty-ninth floor

On the way to God, oh

I’m so charged, oh

[?]

Lost me when I lost you

Where’d you go? Oh

There you are, oh

I need to find myself, oh

I need to find myself, yeah

I need to find myself, oh

I need to find my, yeah

I need to find myself, oh

I need to find my

[Outro: Anfa Rose]

I learnt a lot from watching lovers and fighters

And friends turn to rivals with hands on the bible