9 - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Little room, no view, I was tryna make it right, baby

Lord knows I was tryna kill the time, baby

I don't deserve it, but just know that I tried, baby

Just know that I tried

Would you just say something? Is this all too much?

Is this the end of us?

And I just went back home and I was so fucked up

That I just couldn't function

I know it's all my fault, somehow it always is

I just can't break the cycle, it repeats again

Went and bought a rifle, what a hateful thing

Am I nothing more than the things I did?

The man I've become reflects in my actions

And I hate it

Girl, I hate it

Would you just say something?

Or is it all too much? (Hate it)

What's the point of love if it don't come with trust

And I just fuck it up, man?

And I'm still tryna see it through

The more you have, the more you have to do

Every shade of blue, never been a betting man

But I would bet the house I'd lose

Bet the house I—

(Would you just say something?)

(Would you just say—? Hate it)

(I had no option)