Your Memory - Intellectual

[Hook x4]

Bah, bah, bah, bah, doo, bah, doo, bah, boop

Your memory makes my life a hell, of a lot better

You pushed me away while I just wondered how to be your man

Well, I could never understand you

And like a fool I thought I had you

Look I did everything I had to

Earn the right to hear I love you

But, I guess you had another plan

Ok, I get it I wasn't your type of man

You wanna loser with no future

Your memory makes my life a hell, of a lot better

I opened my eyes, saw it don't matter, it was smoke and mirrors

I can't believe you really led me

What did you feel being around me

How could you be shivering cold

Yet walk around like you were steaming liquid gold, huh?

But, I guess you had another plan

Ok, I get it I wasn't your type of man

You wanna loser with no future

Look, I'll be honest girl, you were a dime

But I'd rather be with Lincoln than your small, little mind

I'm on bigger things, I know you hear it though

But let me make it clear I'm heading to heights with these lows

You know, looking back I see the signs

When you were taciturn look some sort of mime

The silence unbearable I would give you more time

But the bugs in my stomach say that it's time for this rhyme

Let's go

I finally got these bitches all up off my monumental

My mind is on the grind for what's only developmental

I finally got these bitches all up off my monumental

My mind is on the grind for what's only developmental

Your memory makes my life a hell