spire - Intellectual

(Death)

(death to fucking ricky)

(Celbridge)

[Chorus]

Even when I'm high, yeah, I'm still tryn get higher

I'm tryn get higher like the tip top of the spire

In a black i20 with the chrome on chrome tyres

In the back of the bentley need to sort out my desires

Baggy trackies on me, like I'm wearing a duvet

I-I-I-I got so much things that I can say that

That I know will come true because I know I'm truly blessed

Roll a ton up in the car so bitch I'm never truly stressed

Just hit my ex and shе told me I'm the best

Shrеd a track up, listen to it then I move onto the next

Yeah, I told you look good up in that dress

I got a strategy I play it like it's chess

Screaming life to me they dont want me to die yeah

Can't describe the feeling that I get

Roll it up, yeah, I dont think I'm high yet

Chasing up that bag until I d-d-d-d-d-die

Even when I'm high, yeah, I'm still tryn get higher (yeah)

I'm tryn get higher like the tip top of the spire

In a black i20 with the chrome on chrome tyres

In the back of the bentley need to sort out my desires

If you're 5 minutes late, yeah, you're getting fired

I whip it quick and I'm burning out the tyres

Take a flight but I promise you I'm flyer

I get the guap I grab it put it in a dryer

I got a good life, I don't even be depressed

I got top shelf on me every toke it hits my chest

In the whip I'm driving quick I still got shit under duress

I put in less and get out more you put in more and get out less

Screaming life to me they dont want me to die yeah

Can't describe the feeling I get

Roll it up, yeah, I dont think I'm high yet

Chasing up that bag until I d-d-d-d-d-die

(Celbridge)