Coldstation - Intellectual

[Intro: PHARAOH]

Scars up on my wrist Like I was shaking devil's hand

Never fuckin' smiling 'cause I'm ready for the end

I was told the cemetery like it was my only friend

Smoking paper from the sand, I never asked you to be mad

Pray on your chick, on your bitch, on your grave

Pull up bitch down and she's ready for slain

And my memories dead, I don't want you to stay

Hold me here at your place like the breath at your waist

Hold back, hold back, hold back all of you

I gotta distinguish people of you

Spilling the salt and you thick into glue

Bitch, I see as you cry and you stay unsecure

'Cause I'm the scary lady

I'm still fuckin' baping

All I give is manic

She's the only ending

Jumping out the venue (Ay)

Tell me to forget that (Ay)

Tell me to forget that

Keep doing so

You fucking do

Don't give a fuck

I keep diggin' now

I just did all wrong and I don't want to stop

All I wanna fucking do is show a bankroll

Oh, thank God! Oh, thank God!

(I been) Feeling broke, can't grow

Don't fucking say that I don't care about the pain

Wish I told her I'm a motherfuckin' breaker

Wish I came for us when I came through

Listen closely, you can hear it too

I don't hear myself and you motherfuckers

That were tryna tell me what I can't do

'Cause if you take one, then I'll take two

Y'fake love and I'll speak the truth

I know the way you're feeling every time you hear name

But you can blame it on the world and let the hated run through you

Bitch