S.O.S - Intellectual

[Verse 1: kishin]

(Yeah-ah)

Why's it so hard to tell the fake from real?

I can tell you all my problems, but I keep my lips shut, sealed

Spend a day in my shoes, you can see just how it feels

I been going through it, nothing's helping, not even these pills

Spend a band on Dior just to walk out

Ain't picking up my phone, I'm too busy counting guap now

Learned my lesson before, don't think I can't take no more

Don't wanna see what's in the store

All my feelings being ignored

Yeah, being honest, yeah

Yeah, that's a promise, yeah

I can't even tell what's right from wrong (No)

And I swear, this feels like it's the same old song (Yeah-hah)

I'm to busy gettin' guap now, don't got time for you

I'm sippin' on wock, and I'm sippin' on tris

That shit bring me up when I'm blue

Everything I do is for you

Swear you my number one, not my two

I'm countin my guap, I'm countin' my blue

Look at my jeans, you know that they True

Feel like you don't hear my words

Believe me, it hurts, believe me, it burns

It's all from her

Breaking you off, you gotta get off

I'm sippin' this Wock', but I don't got a cough

I swear to God, I just want you in my arms

I swear to God, I'll let no one do you harm

Swear to God, I could never do you harm

You acting different, but I know that you mine

Yeah, I know that you mine

Hyein Seo my pants

Mihara my shoes, you know what I'm rockin'

Yeah, I got a bag on me, Misbhv crew neck, I'm coppin'

You and your friends some clones

You is some bitches, yeah, y'all on a watchlist (Watchlist)

I keep my circle small, don't hit me up if you not on my friends list (S-seven)

Bag, a bag, I spend that money on impulse

I keep on fuckin' my mental

Tell your bitch to keep her legs closed

No, I can't trust a soul

Yeah, count up the bankrolls

I keep my trust in this pole

Lately, I feel like I'm all alone