Disconnect - Intellectual

If I do not say anything, than I cannot say anything wrong

Broken fan on the ceiling, like what I'm feeling

I gotta hunch that I'm off

I gotta disconnect, I'm disconnecting, feel like id be better off gone

Uh, I gotta walk. I gotta run to your front door and knock, uh huh

I gotta lock. I gotta lock in, don’t talk (shut up)

I feel like the moss shrouded round the campfire that’s never lit

Water bottles drift in the ocean, no I ain’t ever pay for any cannabis

Like, I gotta die

I wanna live, so I just might

Take a breath, gotta eat the night

I swear that I love my friends my whole life, like

Caught my body on the suicide net, me and my bros hella cursed

Sugar coating all my cries for help in every single fuckin verse

Make it cut, I'm gonna make it hurt

Gonna make it up, like homework

Like chop chop, bitch hurry up

I'm blanking, face like poker

Cause I smoke herb and I write verse

Every other day straight getting worse

I'm disconnected, I'm a poser

Come over, unclothed her

And I'm waking up, like, what the fuck

I'm up to bat, man I'm up to put

I got 2 strikes and a home run

But I disconnected 'fore I made it home

I hold it down, and I roll it up

Every other day straight giving a fuck

But not today, it’s an off day

I’ll reconnect, then I’ll see what’s up