Sing It Out - Intellectual

[Verse 1: KayR]

Working and exerting myself to the end

Of my rope and I'm hoping that fans don't have to pretend

That they like the tracks the features and the package it's in

When I put out my CD, cause I been stuck with this pen

Between my fingers for hours, trying to figure it out

I've been thinking with power but it won't trigger my mouth

Trying single it out, the thoughts that seem most clear

But I feel stuck in the middle, like a C note here

Behind this desk with this screen just lighting my room

Take a walk to clear my mind and try to think of a tune

Or a melody and there'll be something that's cool

Floating around in my head but when it seems like it's true

It's just gone (g-g-g-g-gone, gone). Where did it go?

I think I lost it, so then I try to think of a flow

How 'bout a rhyme scheme that's dope? Everything just seems to go

Out the window, man. This music got me feeling so cold. Ugh

I can feel the inspiration and I need to bring it out

But I've got an aspiration and I need to sing it out

This feels like suffocation and my ears are ringing now

But I've got and aspiration and I need to sing it out

I've got to sing it out, bring it out from my soul. Think about

Everything I dream about. Take my shirt and wring it out

Sweating through it. Feeling clouds closing in my mind

But then I just rewind, wait until the engine's primed

But when I push on the pedal, something changes the stakes

I'm blasting in full throttle, but I've cut my own breaks

And now I'm starting to shake. Can't stop. My writing is great

But I be losing everything around. I'm starting to take

A new form. I'm a monster. What is this place?

I'm just pouring out songs at an unseen pace

Something shakes inside and it's going to quake

Right through the surface of my mind and it's going to break

I want to go back to the way things were. Couldn't write a track but my brain was there

Feeling cracks in the paint I swear. I never ever thought that I could end up here