Krispy - Intellectual

[Intro: Rebel Kleff]

It's weird, man, I feel like I can't play. It's weird, man

Every now and then like - I'm like playing and it's like "what?"

I'm actually

I ain't seen you for a minute, wonder what for

Only really chilling when we're on tour

Even then there's something different, I feel unsure

If you look at me and still believe I should've done more

Before your brothers on the top floor

Or before another show is just a dumb chore

We'd lay awake at yours dreaming of an encore

And laugh at all the things that we would say when we won awards

Course money was the source

I've never known nothing like the force

To rip a bond apart, shred it out its course

Now two best friends who shared the torch barely talk

And if we do it's mostly money not remorse

And yo, I know there's nothing funny 'bout divorce

But if this shit has really run its course

I want you to know that all of mine's all of yours

Uh, all of yours

Still remember your mum buying me the flat pack mattress?

Sleeping on your floor?

It's supposed to be Ben and Krispy

And anywhere I went I said I'd take you with me

Tour around the world and give a fuck, you'd miss me

Get another city, yo, I cried when that sentence hit me

Ben and Krispy, 'til the feet stop

Reminisce like CL and Pete Rock or Blu and Exile 'cause every time the beat drop

I start to tell a story and you follow with the beat box

Tell 'em, get up on your feet like the seat's hot

Common and Dilla started spinning from the T tops

But Rebel B was all I need and all I see

Drop the rythm on repeat and I would spit it 'til the beat stopped

But the beat stopped, so now what?

Yo, I can't wait another hour boss

Give a fuck about the money or the e-track

I Just Want my G Back

Trust

I just want my G back

Ayo listen, I got a lot more to say but I reckon I leave this next bit blank, so you wanna write something, you can write something

I love you, G