screw tape letters - Intellectual

[Intro]

(You did good, $lick)

(It's a smash)

(Sorry, lonely boy)

Feel it up in my soul, yeah, I been burning up (Turn me up)

Flashbacks on the curb, waiting for dad to pick me up (Yeah)

Friends dying from the same high that barely lift me up

Fuck, I just wanted some peace of mind before they zip me up (Ah)

Tangled webs that I’ve weaved, struggling to breathe (Let's go)

At least I seen my dad smile today and felt some relief (He smiled)

I guarantee I'm no guarantee (Woah, woah)

All this blood that’s on me is from the heart on my sleeve

So, baby, if you gon' stab me in my back, please do it through my chest (Don't be)

Don't be like the rest (Don't be), don't be like the rest (Don't be)

Just let me see your face before I see my death (My death)

I can hold your hand and help you twist it through my flesh (Let's go, let’s go, let’s go, let's go)

I toss and turn (I toss), I toss and turn (I toss), I toss and turn

All concerns, they fall and burn, reduced down to an urn (Oh, oh, oh)

All the lies (Oh, oh, oh)

Won’t say goodbye (Oh, oh, oh)

And on my darkest nights (Oh, oh, oh)

I turn on the lights

Every wasted day, yeah

Every ache and pain, yeah

Got me chasing rain, yeah

Hoping it wash away, ayy (Ayy, yeah)

Carry the sins of my father on me, some shit you can't hide (Can't hide)

But for his name, I'll die before I let them take his pride

To go to sleep, I don’t count no sheep, I count every name that wished

Ill on me or on my fam' to me, it don't make difference

Some days I feel okay, all it take is a few prescriptions

I'm running out of ways of telling them, yeah, I'm quitting

Tryna die like it ain't a given (Brr)

I gave up on wishing (Okay)

Family I been missing (Yeah, yeah)

Xannies, now I'm missing (Yeah, yeah)

Know you love me baby, but for me, I wouldn't risk it

Snake skin in my kitchen, thought I heard some hissing, yeah

I'm in bad condition, stocking ammunition

Saying how much they love me, raising my suspicions

Getting some cash and dipping (Brr), that's more the tradition

Know it's gotta be hell when a man like me go Christian

What mansion? This a prison

I toss and turn (Tell 'em)

Oh yeah, I toss and turn (Tell 'em, what?)

Oh yeah, I toss and turn