No More Amore - Intellectual

[Intro]

Pull the trigger, Budd Dwyer

Damn, I hate myself, got nothing left

Damn, I hate myself, got nothing left

All these drugs to pass the time, it's time for me to dwell

Said you’d always care, it's getting hard for me to tell

Said you’d meet me there but you wrong, cause I'm here

I've been here, when I die bury me alone and burn all my soul

Put these ashes on a shelf inside an empty broken home

I've been gone, I've been gone, feel alive, feel alone

I'm so sick, I'm so tired, tired of feeling alone

I'm sick and tired of these games, they keep playing with me

I'm sick and tired of this pain that you can't even see

Been off a pill and some drank, need an eighth just to think

I'm finna fade, finna fade, put these feelings to sleep

Thought you were closer to me

Closing in on six feet

Feel the heat from the streets, I'm tryna exit on peace

A peace of mind atleast, I don't mind the least

Come and take the finer things, I'ma find a way, it's okay

[Bridge: Chetta & ?]

Put it under the backseat or the motherfucking trunk (it's okay)

Put it under the backseat or the motherfucking trunk (it's okay), ay

I'm sick and tired of these games, they keep playing with me

I'm sick and tired of this pain that you can't even see

Been off a pill and some drank, need an eighth just to think

I'm finna fade, finna fade, put these feelings to sleep

Thought you were closer to me

[Outro: ?]

Put it under the backseat or the motherfucking trunk