Off-Note - Intellectual

Chorus:

Gotta get warmed up again

Short break tryna give no fuck again. Yea

Can you feel the adrenaline

My high feel better than the medicine

Tryna get messed up with the best friends

Take two tabs, now we feelin like the X-men

Got a new chick, always talking bout her ex man

Get crossed off, I ain’t tryna be her next man

Verse 1:

250k plays later

Started in my sophomore year tryna date her

Never got to date her

Now I just evade her

First year of college, with dreams of making paper

Yea I’m getting faded

With homies I can stay with

Never outta place, when you make it to the A-list

Getting good ratings

Haters not adjacent

Do it for the love, never do it for a payment

I might be off-note

I’m on one

And cutthroat

I must know

Where the hell the best go

I’m not a fan of dress code

Ya discipline ya girl, I take her from you saying presto

No this is not some petco

No she is not a bitch, if she like you she gon switch

Never make her dry a dish

She the one I’m dying with

Whoa

Nah I’m kidding man let’s be serious

She talking bout her cycle and you the one on your period

Eating pot roast

Again I think I’m off-note

Departing at the crossroads

I only talk through locked doors

I don’t like face to face

Left alone without a trace

Introvert in outer space

Getting cold but I’m okay

Lead the way, leave it paved

Save my spot, crease the page

Writing songs, feel the rage

No I won’t, peak today

And honestly, I won’t let myself get ahead of me, on the hunt for a better me, never be on the ketamine