throwoutmysoul - Intellectual

[Hook]

I don't feel like i'm alive, so i'm givin' up

Spooky Black "forest sounds," we been bumpin' that

And I ain't care as long as I can make my racks

Cause when my time come, I ain't comin' back

I'll see you tomorrow, if you'll see me then

I ain't come around if you play pretend

Actin' like you real, why you hatin' then?

I'mma just forget you, I won't make amends

I won't fuck around cause I been movin' slow

Many, many places, don't know where to go

Stuck up in the summer, it don't ever snow

You wonder why I threw my soul outside the door

Let me take you to a place where no one go

Only sound that you'll hear is the fuckin' crows

Girl, I need your lovin', yеah I want some more

Cause latеly I been feelin' way too fuckin' low

[Verse]

Lately I been feelin' way too fuckin' low

I don't know why the fuck I try no more

Baby you a junkie fiend, you need some dope

The only way to end it is the fuckin' rope

Cause I been feelin' like I need your fuckin' throat

Fuck all of the pussy, girl I need your throat

She always gettin' high off some different coke

Say she do it so that she can fuckin' cope

Broken bones, but I love her still

I can tell when she off a pill

Hit me in my DM like "I know you real"

Leave me in a month, bitch I know you will

I'mma see you soon, get that pussy killed

She do it for the love, for the fuckin' thrill

Even when you high, girl I'll make you feel

Let you snort that white off my dollar bill

[Interlude: Jim Morrison]

I’d like to do a song or a piece of music that’s just a pure expression of joy. Pure like a celebration of existence, you know? And like the coming of spring, like a sun rising. Just pure unbounded joy. I don’t think we’ve really done that yet