Sick - Intellectual

[Intro: Isaiah]

One, two, three, four

Why do I find you so upsetting

You talk about your friends and I feel that black hole setting in

Why aren't your motives more upsetting

You seem so principled and yet have no problem talking shit

Loads and loads of it

Enough to make everyone

Sick fit my man, you ever learn how to dress yourself?

I don't mean to be a bitch but around you I can't be much else

I sure can't be myself

And there are people here that love you for whatever that's worth

I go back and forth

Cause you've never insulted me to my face

But you've done some awful things to the people that I love (oh oh)

And I think that's worse

And maybe all of this is just me

Incapable of being content with what I see

But you have no opinion of your own

Lost in conversation like a dog without a bone

Terrified of being alone

Don't acknowledge it, it just makes you