hopefullynotsick - Intellectual

[Intro: Kite]

This is a graveem1nd! exclusive

Laughing all the way to the bank

Huhahahaha

You can't plug your ears and cover your eyes

(Ugh)

[Chorus: Kite]

Hopefully I'm not sick

This our town, Silent Hill, this is not it

Turn his body to a corpse, I'm a grave digger

Just say that word to stop a dying trigger

Picture me off, I wanna try it out

Telling me these stories that you know about

9mm to the head, that's my title

Give a fuck if I'm suicidal, hit my vital

No survivors, asking for the wrong hero

Looking at myself, I'm a weirdo

[Verse 1: Kite]

Sorry, took your girl, turn her into a widow

I got nine rounds to prove my point

My life is nothing but problems

In despair, I got something to solve 'em

Right to the action, it only takes a second

And now you wanna ask that where I've gone

Don't scare me off and then tell me I'm wrong

You wanna show it off

[Verse 2: Tropes]

Show it off, show it off, no, you can't talk down

Be it twice or the third, I can knock you out (Ah)

But that's not what you about

And I think I lost count but hopefully I'm not sick (Not sick)

Take a bullet from behind like a target (Target)

And I swear I want it all with a guitar pick

And when they text me it's always to say I'm toxic

I don't want it, you want it

I rub my hands from the dirt, it's not my problem

I tried to put it all away but you want 'em

She gon' suck my dick in a Honda

Make him disappear, this ain't no Cosmo and Wanda

You wanna wish but I ain't give you shit no, no, no

I feel like santa 'cause you're on my list, Ho, Ho, Ho

They see my footprints in the snow-ow-ow

Yeah, I keep a strap (Z-Z-Z)

I feel like Lorne Malvo