Excuses - Intellectual

[Intro]

Man

Who's calling?

Hello

What's up man

Nah, I got shit to do man

Maybe next week, I got shit to do

[Verse 1]

Laying on a couch next to a blank page

Not in the mood to write, just one of them days

High off Percs, so my mind won't work, and my bitch wants all of my time

I want to write raps, she'd rather get laid

It's been days and I haven't wrote a rhyme

And on the other hand, I'm on CD 4, never seen tour and I don't have a dime

To my name, so I complain, fuck the notebook I should push cocaine

Fuck counseling, I should just sniff cocaine

The weed's wearing off, now I feel drained

My uncle just passed, life moving fast

The other day I caught daddy digging in the trash, and what did he pull out?

Some brand new swеats, everybody wonderin' why I'm so vеxed

I let the Seroquel put me to sleep, I stole one from momma while she was counting sheep

Got a call from Soprano, and he said, "Let's meet"

We need you in the lab but you're always in the street

We got photoshoots and deadlines to meet, it's crunch time, lunchtime, we all tryna eat

I even got producers shooting me beats, but I'm stuck staring at a blank sheet

Excuses, excuses

[Bridge: Phone Call]

Uh hi, It's [?]

I just wanted to call and say I love you

I always have and always will

I just wanted to make sure you know that I wanna see you in church

Alright, uh

The Lord's got something for you, and so do I

I'm looking forward to seeing you in the place of worship

I adore you, you doin' what you doin'

I respect you, and I'm proud of you

Okay, in Jesus name

Alright now, love you

Bye

[Verse 2]

Now the beat's keep stacking

He's still slacking

Making excuses, tell us what's happenin'

Label not calling you, well too bad then

You're not the first and you won't be the last one

Get up off your ass and stop complaining

Realize it ain't just rap, this is entertainment

Be the artist who always sleep who ain't ever make it

Same city same routes, forever waiting

While I'm sitting here ranting about motivation

Could be out, out of state blowing up stages

Why not, I don't know, maybe because of my ethics

Should be making records but I'm too busy texting

Putting my dream on pause, succeeding in the game seems so far

Something gotta change or I might go berserk

Get high off of dust and end up like Big Lurch

Everybody ask why don't I come to church, "It's been a long while haven't seen you in months"

You really wanna know, I've been chilling on the turf

Or in the studio rolling up another blunt

I'll be there next Sunday, if not then someday

I'm just tryna figure out what I want

What I need, a little room to breath

The only way I can proceed

[Outro]

Proceed