Palm Angels In Nirvana - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Hey, Dog, what's up, man?

This shit hard)

[Verse 1]

'Fore I let these tears fall down my eyes, I'll weep in silence

Even if I tried to sell my soul, they probably wouldn't buy it

If it ain't these songs, I'll cry alone and sing in silence

Cartiers can't hide the fact that he been cryin'

And I been lookin' for your love and I can't find it

Girl, you know what you did, don't leave

Why we losin' chemistry, knowin' we got history?

Tell me this ain't one-sided, that you missin' me

He killin' everybody

They hit the flash, red in his eye, it got 'em scared 'round him

Buyin' shit to help me feel alive with these dead bodies

Interrogations 'bout relations, that's a dead topic

If you don't know me, don't approach me, you a fed probably

See a better life on the other side and I wish I had it

If it's made by Tago or Lando, I know it's magic

I told my bro once I'm on, we on, I'm knowin'

Wasn't for these drugs, wouldn't've wrote this song

[Chorus]

And they say he's been this way since eighteen

Mind is always racin', and they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

But it's just on the other hand

They go mad for a couple grams

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

[Verse 2]

I'ma fuck a Kylie

I'm somewhere posted in the bricks whenever they find me

I'm feelin' loaded, put some codeine in my IV

I can do bad all on my own and you remind me

I hope peace find me

I kept on beggin' you to stay, but I ain't Tyrese

Chris Paul, I'm tryna put my past behind me

I think it's best for you to go, since you gon' hide me

Post up for three days

Fightin' demons and he barely sleepin', can't see straight

Know niggas wantin' court dates for they B-day

I'm finna hit 'bout one-sixty on the E-way

He takin' tops off

Young nigga fuck 'round in them streets, gon' get them rocks off

Thought he was hot, dawg, until they found him knocked off

Dead with his gun on his hip

This shit so backwards, shit get easy, but ain't no love in this shit