HOSTAGE - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah, oh-oh

Oh-woah, oh

Yeah

[Chorus]

Went to California for a week and flew back

Top calling, pop bottles, we did that

Top models, got dollars, you need that

You said that I won't believe in us

Coping with the wock, this ain't no liqour in my cup

I'm a Capricorn, I worked this shit up from the mud

Too must pain and anxiety, I think it's a must

I gotta stay high, keep this smoke inside of my lungs

This bitch stay on my mind, got me coping with all these drugs

Toxic, "I hate you a lot", that type of love

Stop it, you told me you love me, you a dub

Hostage, she done took my heart, she on the run

[Post-Chorus]

She rip my heart into pieces like it's a KitKat

2019, lookin' back like why you did that

2020, went Bentyaga had to mismatch

Was in my stussys and now I love to flip racks

And I ain't talkin' stupid shit I'm talkin' shippin' packs

Wasn't a lot, for hours, tryna' perfect the craft

They used to laugh, like I said, I got the other half

Now I drive racks and these bitch want in the fuckin' wraith

Tip-toeing, keep goin', I drop racks on you, had Rick Owens

And she know that I notice

And she moved it wit' me as always

[Verse]

I'm blind to walk in that hallway

Bumpin' into thots I fucked, I might- oh wait (Oh)

Pumpin' out the gas, I swerve on that e-way

All these bitches bad, don't give em' no leeway

Lifes still okay

Spark another wood, take another to the face

The man knew I was sad, that's when it started to rain

I know my bitch bad, she keep fuckin' up my brain

Drunk drivin' in that foriegn, I can't stay inside my lane