Alone - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I'm never alone; it's me, myself and this misery

Darkness despite the 5/8 glitteries

Plug me in like I'm the new Kinect (360-Xbox)

Yeah, plug me in like I'm the new connect, slanging crack rock

Under the influence, underrated, my booth a sweatshop

Hang towels and tank tops on my Sony C800

Doctor tell me to quit, enzymes rising in my liver

But that's where me and him differ, nigga, I am not a quitter

Half the time, mind's in the shitter, I'm in the clouds, I hear the scriptures

Most of us don't love to be givers, pretty swell listeners, providing for those relying

You can't define who you are, give fine line print refinement

Motives for better timing, my motive's forever rhyming

I open the forum for them, they're waiting for me to chime in

And say what I said, Simon

I'm debating if I should sign in

I'm never alone; it's me, myself, and my son

I'm up before the sun for my son, that's my number one priority

Majority of people are minority; underhanded, I understand it

Being taken advantage of ain't the best feeling, is it?

The actions are found through anger, named it concealed imprisonment

I'm trying to implement the simple shit, not hoping for episodes of incidents

Which is prevalent without a settlement

I'm heaven-sent, hell bound, fresher than luxury with lemon scent

And peppermints, leather, tints, rev the 6 Series

Beep the horn and see if she can hear a bitch clearly

Make a bamboo earring, got her name in cursive in the center

A self-centered woman with no room for you to enter on her vagina's agenda

Got my name embedded, permanent henna

I'll forget the times we had, will find another to resemble her

There's always that somebody

Could you possibly be that somebody, that's-uhh

Watching, learning, scheming, turning tables

There's always somebody, there's always that

Could possibly be that somebody, behind your back

Watching, learning, scheming, turning tables

Y'knamsayin?

Nowadays you just gotta watch your back, baby

I mean, you gotta watch your back like you got two backs

You feel me? Can't be trusting these motherfuckers

They all scheming, man. All they want is your motherfucking paper, your motherfucking talent, whatever you got, man

Don't give up your independence, nigga

And your motherfucking mind and that's all you got, y'nahmean?

Besides your word