Why, Though? - Intellectual

[Intro: Counterfeit]

Why, though?

Why's it gotta be this way? (this way)

And I know

I'mma never see you again (you again)

Really thought it never woulda end though

Sitting in the back with a benzo (benzo)

Used to mix the soda with the mento

Now I’m heartbroken (yeah)

Hardly ever spoken

Trapped in my emotion

I’m swerving, Suburban

My heart need a surgeon (surgeon)

I know that I shouldn’t but

Here I go splurging

Back up (back up)

Back up to the days we was close (we was close)

Really thought I knew you but I don’t (but I don't)

I wish we could see you once again (once again)

How is it we isn’t even friends though?

Sitting in the back with a benzo

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, I feel it's 'bout to end ('bout to end)

So I go and pop the benzo (benzo)

Came in it as friends (as friends)

Nigga not my kinfolk (kinfolk)

Wrong side, Dubose (DuBose)

Used to call you my bro (my bro)

Now the boy gon fold

Best friends don turn to foes

W-went down this road

P-paid the cost, I paid the toll

You know, you know

To the devil, sold my soul

Put the time in, countless hours spent on rhyming

Ten-thousand, overtime, you can't time in (you can't time in)

Pretty sure I found it

The formula I wanted, yeah I think I found it

Pretty sure I found it