Poor Decision - Intellectual

[Intro]

Ay, they really know, I really don't like talking

I talk to my niggas, I talk to myself, I talk to- you feel me

But, I really, I can't, I can't open up

(Back on the Percocets again, yeah)

I don't wanna talk, I'm anti-social

Tried to delete my Instagram and all my socials

I watched my girl fall out of love, my heart got colder

And if it wasn't for these drugs, then I'd be no one

Tell me what I gotta do to prove to you my feelings real

You got me feeling like I'm losing, you don't want nobody else

She went and found somebody new to make her happier, I guess

I really fuckеd with your vibe, it was way more than sex

Shе like, when we fuck, I make her wet

Who gon' keep it real with you, just like I did?

Once you fuck a nigga it's over, that's the shit I can't forgive

When I get up on. these drugs, I can't help but reminisce

I done risked it all for you, put it on the line for you

You mad when I tell the truth, I got tired of lying to you

You ain't like the other hoes, had to take my time with you

She didn't care when I was broke, she knew I was too official

The shit I couldn't do for you just made me wanna go and get it

Hit the trap, stack it, flip it, no, I can't forget the mission

You left when I ain't had nobody, I told you that was a poor decision

Me and my cousin at grandma house tryna cook the work inside her kitchen

If I say whats on my mind, they gon' think I'm trippin

That's why I get high all the time, I only trust this switch