Castaway - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Quadeca]

I roam this place with a hopeless face and a broken heart

In an open lane, the world's mine to take, and my soul escapes, I control my fate

And I hold my power in these decisions, lonely flower in a sea of ditches

I'm the only sour in the sweetest dishes, man, they won't devour my deepest wishes

But it's...

[Chorus: Quadeca & Gracie Zander]

It's too late

I've been treading down these unknown streets

I'm just tryna find a new place

And nobody seems to go with me

I guess, sometimes, I am on my own

Cry castaway

That's what happens when there's no more home

Now my path will stray

Hate me 'cause you probably don't, oh

Thank me 'cause you probably won't, oh

Make me fall in love some more

Take me far away from home, no

Hate me 'cause you probably don't, yeah

Thank me 'cause you probably won't, no

Take me far away from home

Make me fall in love some more

Got in the biz, never stopped for a bit, all these motherfuckers wanted to quit

But I'm gonna pop on this shit, like a Glock with a clip when police tell you to stop here, resist

Pop, pop, pop on a bitch with the songs that I spit, motherfucker, got a lot that I risk

Saying that it's wrong for a kid to be putting myself on how I did, and I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna quit

God gave me living ability, now I'm in the vicinity to be winning, I'm the top of this shit

Lots of these women are into me, I got fans out in Italy and the Philippines, it's awfully sick

All around the globe, but I'm not a pro, but I'm on a roll, everybody need to hop off my dick

Confident in my ability to walk in the biz and change it from the start to the fin-ish

I'ma do this shit till I win it, murder the game, no witness

When the song play, it'll make everybody stand up, like they're playing Wii Fitness

Gotta take care of my business, gotta get the stuff on my wishlist

Gotta make these bars so good, when they done, everybody really-really gonna miss this

Yeah