Exhausted - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Sitting on my front porch, sucking on a dog bone

Regretting ever last step, hoping that you come home

Wishing you were here in the end, but who's the real killer here

When the blame is put upon your head?

Clawing into gateways, puking on the front porch

Gripping onto handrails, crying out of remorse

It's really a shame

More than one trillion cells inhabit a husk

It's soon to be vacant it's dust unto dust

Disillusion is rampant and drowning and musk

And I can't see the details when written in mud

I'm jumping off a cliff bruh, so don't be mad when I switch up

You off me when I'm here but you miss me when I'm dead bruh

Now I am ashamed, but who's the one to blame

Now you stand a testament to dying off ablaze

Brain's got an itch, claim it's fake and counterfeit

Walking down the street with my brains blown out, you know that all your talk is cheap and then it goes south

I hope you're ready when I let you down

Imma let you down

Brutally murdered when dripping in gold

But when covered in moths I am nothing but bold

Sweep you up off your feet like a knight in the dark

I am less master bruce even less lionheart

But who even said I'm colliding with mars?

Oh yeah that was me, a defunct oligarch, that claims that the land that he sits on is his but cannot keep cogs cognizant and swift

Such a fuckin bitch

Sitting on my front porch sucking on a dog bone

Such a fuckin bitch

Sitting on my front porch sucking on a dog bone

Bring that ukulele back

Yeah I guess that I'm happy now but I know that I'm still fucked up

I'm still fucked up

Such a fuckin bitch

Sitting on my front porch sucking on a dog bone

Such a fuckin bitch

Sitting on my front porch sucking on a dog bone