222 - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Vaw Golde]

I ain’t been home enough, if you were me, you wouldn’t either

And maybe you could do me better, but I don’t believe you

On my phone like all the time

Wanna dip, but where’s the time?

Maybe leave me 'lone and I could have some peace of fuckin' mind

Where does it end? Switching up all of my friends, ayy

Admitting to all of my sins, ayy

Trippin' and falling again. ayy

How I make amends?

I’m going 'til I fucking pop

Doctor saying I should stop

But I’m just fucking hungry, maybe you should mind your own

I don’t believe you too much

So why we in a rush?

This time keeps tickin' ah, ah, ah

Got me swinging and I’m missing you

Like would you cry up on my shoulder?

I’ve been thumbin' through the photos, lost the folders

Man, I hate if I ain’t know ya

I ain’t trippin', I’m just looking for some closure

Burdens on my mind, I hardly ever check the time

I gotta move on, it’s gone too far

My car just broke down, no breaks since February

All black, like Halle Berry

New trend, that cemetery

New scenes, it’s getting scary, ayy

One way or another, I'm my brothers keeper

And I told him yesterday he should keep her

Side-to-side we go, and it’s getting really old

All these people fold, but I'm aiming for the gold, ayy, ayy