turned pale - Intellectual

[Intro]

Feel like Yung Lean when he thought he was Madonna

Then some days a mixture of Obama and Osama

They still sleeping on me so my new merch is pajamas

Feel my time is coming to a close

Can’t say those words on a song

No one else to talk to though

Please Lord save us, some day

Don’t forget what you promised me

Some day

You promised me that you’d never really go, go, go, go

This ain’t a verse I’m a journalist writing a column

I’m tryna evoke thought while they tryna evoke drama

Jesus in my dreams next night I’m talking to Allah

Might just go rеtire start a family in Guatemala

Seems like it might all еnd soon but I’m just getting started

Digital Nas helped my confidence now he working on Donda

Now my idols tryna work 'cause I accidentally made a new genre

Music works in cycles so dropped this thirty years after Nirvana

But the scene still won’t embrace me 'cause of some of the shit I say

Still playing my music but only support those who play the game

I don’t really care though never did this for the fame

But how you call my shit lame when all your music sounds the same

Ain’t worried about it though I’m tryna buy my mom a new place

Still going up even though can’t go to the United States

Never had to show face to get in their good grace