Bemman - Intellectual

Aye

See my expression is vague

Put your prized possessions into a cage

Minutes and hours contort into days

Many men fought in this war have to fade

Anyone who claims another one as their love needs some help from above or below

For her love act out no mellow- fold- row

I need to go

Dark memories they be lined in some gold

All of my demons wear a coat made of soul

You get high, bye

I get high from your love(love)

Get by off the silk feeling touch

For the rough love tough love

I got you I don't need no ecstasy I'm so numb

Pretty girl ain't no vexing me texting him will only have us bucked love

Please