2012 - Intellectual

[Intro: Saba]

Yeah

[Verse 1: Saba]

Two students that had each other back in a world against 'em

Who barely showed up to class once they had each other's attention

I'm down to spend every minute that I can to her limits

'Cause usually she down to kick it until she get tired of niggas

Music's our common interest, we ramblin' about Kendrick

And Kid Cudi, I'm tryna put her onto shit that she missin'

But she had everything, I mean everything I was listing

So I even gave her my tapes in hope she would try to listen

Thе kind of bond where it get hard not to fall in your feelings

But shе talkin' 'bout friendship (What?)

A similar commute, we on the same side of town

And her school close to my campus

So when I get off the bus, it's fuck it, I'm 'bout to go down there

I've always struggled to converse if it wasn't a verse

Social anxiety, it got me stumblin' on words

But I always speak my mind and shit when I'm with her (Yeah)

[Chorus: Day Wave]

Yeah, uh, corner store to the porch with my new thing

Yeah, a new thing, yeah, uh, yeah

We'll get lost in the world like we wanted

Hey, you know me, ayy, yeah

Uh, corner store, can't afford shit but your chips

Hey, the choices, hey, uh, uh

We don't gotta mature, we're just young kids

Ayy, so fuck it

[Post-Chorus: Day Wave]

I had everything I needed, everything

Yeah, I had everything I needed, everything

[Verse 2: Saba]

Yeah, my niggas that had each other back in a world against 'em

From a poverty stricken parable that our hearts had written

We come from fifty-cent bags of candy and penny pitchin'

It's like a wishin' well if we gave the concrete our wishes

We dreamt so loudly, we would wear it when the sun would slow up

On the grayest day, we on the train in our colorful clothin'

A childlike innocence, we cherished it and tried to hold it

We was either askin' 'bout performances or where the hoes was

My granny basement became the Mecca like Eric Forman's

The cushion in my uncle couch fell out, but we still on it

Shit, if you ever need a place to stay, you can sleepover

If not, it's back to CTA, I'll catch y'all in the mornin'

The Green Line dangerous, for us, it's just how we get home

I wanted dreads, I put a brush down and I grabbed a comb

I can take you where it's rough, I mean the catacomb

All these bodies droppin', same blocks that we played tag

For some old shit, they wanted they payback

So we escape it all in the booth with the playback

'Cause this the only place that we knew you were safe at