Slipping Into Darkness - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Seth Lorenzo]

Mom & Dad is fighting, strike me once like a lighting, so enticing

Set a goal and try it, build you’re skills they be required

In the kitchen grandma tired, put in work, I make her smile

While my homies be on trial

I lost my love, I lost my uncle, another day in a struggle

But fuck, I remain humble Tipsy but never stumble

Fuck your fruitless endeavors because I'm ready whenever

These rappers' bars are severed The open mind, I be clever, I measure

I can't, I can't hear you, way beyond these echoes

Sinking in these shadows, I'm dwelling in the unknown

Pray for me to get out, promise to be up now

Stop being a mess now, grindin' till I'm bled out

I can't, I can't hear you, way beyond these echoes

Sinking in these shadows, I'm dwelling in the unknown

Pray for me to get out, promise to be up now

Stop being a mess now, grindin' till I'm bled out

Lord, just take my soul and I don't think I could do this anymore

I think I had enough, I'm not feeling enough

I used to roll these blunts, survive and now I smoke to feel alive, I fucking love the rush

Tell me how the way you feel, tell me why you do

Tell me why the way you feel, tell me that you do

Cause your bitch left, she with another dude

And the demon suppresses, finally broken loose

Because your vision is slipping It's hard to grip it, huh?

And everything you ever wanted seems too distant, huh?

Now the motive and tensions, they steady switching up

I be fucking bad bitches to get over my addiction

I can't, I can't

They act like grown kids with no code name, next door they flipping

Cocaine and codeine I grew up where there's no thing

Such as trust funds and closed gates just police and dope fiends

They act like grown kids with no code name, next door they flipping

Cocaine and codeine I grew up where there's no thing

Such as trust funds and closed gates just police and dope fiends

Face that, face that face the music like that

Project X, scat packs, OG smoking gas pack

Get back, get back, take a couple steps back

Death note, right scratch, cut throat, wrist slit

Darkness giving lap dance, this the dirty dan clan

Make believe in lab rats, fairy tales and mixed fetch