staring at the dust - Intellectual

[Intro]

(You did good, $lick)

(It's a Smash)

(Lonely boy)

I got murder all on my mind

Drugs up in my body

Cash all in my pocket, family bank on me like Friday

Ring up on her finger, things you do for love

But when the parties over and the smiles fade, I'm staring down my gun, yeah

Who gone tell him, yeah, who gone tell him?

Yeah, who gone tell him, yeah

Who gone tell him that the game rigged?

Tryna get so fucking high, don't know what pain is

You would think that living broken hearted, what I'm trained in

Smoke so much you would think my lungs is what I'm training

They tell me that Jesus walked on water

But could hе walk on eggshells?

Nevеr saw God in the church, but I saw him off a X pill

As a kid tried to kill myself, could never hold back the exhale

Now mixing fent' with the Xan's was the last time that I slept well, yeah

Rooms tend to get more crowded the more that I'm making money

Just give some time, they will reveal they do not love me

Taking them subs and hoping that they do not judge me

How can god love me when I heard he don't like ugly?

If time heals, then I better live to see five hunnid

Been telling me pray, but i rather take my meds and up it

Camoed out in the woods, but it's me that's feeling hunted

I already knew you would hurt me, baby, that's why I keep numbing

Like a thief, I found god on a cross

I can see the hate in my brothers eyes every time that we talk

Why not him? Why me? I would've took my loss

Fuck it, take the house, take the money, take the cars, yeah

Take the stress, take the hurt, take it all

If he was dying, blow my head, take my heart, yeah

Play my part, pop a narc, fade to dark

Devil paid, god saved, what a thought

This for the ones that feel worthless, yeah

This for the ones don't feel worth it, yeah

This for the ones that ain't considered

It's gonna be okay, let go of the trigger

This one for the sinners, yeah

Hey, how you doing?

Happy birthday, I know you're getting old