Execration - Intellectual

(Instrumental)

[Verse 1: FrostyOfficial]

Drank on my nightstand, kush on my right hand

Slumped on that G-strand, far from the mainland

Shit, will I ever be one you love

Blade against my stomach as my face goes numb

Lost in my formaldehyde, petal tears I've cried

Therapy like suicide, it's like do or die

Trading hearts to live a life we cannot have

Hundred miles per hour in my brand new RAV

Blunts on my keyboard done writing emails

Wishin I could be more I'm nothing to these females

Negative degrees still passed on the lawn

Drunk and stoned I might as well be out past dawn

Never got my shit straight, out the crib oh no I ain't

Blowing all my dough on pain, commercialize and entertain

Stuck inside the studio tryna make a bag

Knowing imma kill myself before I make a rack nah

(But is this truly real?)

Turn me down

Hold my eyes shut

Hold my breath

I can't leave it alone

I dont think we are the same

Too much on my mind baby i ain't playin fair

If she wanna leave she gon leave me anyway

Put my heart in this shit they be sayin i am insane

If that shit hurt u should runaway from me

I was watching sunset thinking if we meant to be

So much stories in my head that we shared,history

One year and i'll be gone,maybe somewhere in Italy

2026 still doing this shit for free

Frosty killed the beat,said now do ur thing

Saw so many things wish i never did

Metal on my wrist,ye i love to bleed

Mirror on the wall ,well aware of my suffering

Mess in my heart,there is some gap to fill

Gotta become better i can not chill

Write my own story i gotta win

Ooh, still so alone