DROP DEAD - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Sit alone with my sins ahead

Waiting for all of them to drop dead

Nicotine got me lost in the head

Secrets that I've kept to the ends

I don't wanna talk to nobody, don't trust 'em, can't feel safe

Still too anxious in my body, so my voice can't fucking play

Tried so hard to not overthink or I might blow my brain

All these humans in the cameras got me feeling so insane

Are they looking, are they judging? I can see it in their face

Left my bones bruised and scarred but I don't even feel the pain

Every other damn morning, trying so hard to pray

But I'm too scared to evеn forward, I'm so caught up in these chains

Everyonе's the same thing, got their demons pacing

Blood right to the basement, bodies got more faceless

Better tie your laces, if you fall, they'll chase it

Like some wolves they craving, bitch, go get updated

Gnash them fuckers to the ground

Still on mic, going loud

Bitch, come talk, I'll slit your mouth

Killing, I can't make a sound, ah

Back and forth with ratchet thots? Ah

They can all go suck my cock, ah

They can all touch all them rocks, uh

I'm still alive, throwing shots

Sit alone with my sins ahead (Ah)

Waiting for all of them to drop dead

Nicotine got me lost in the head

Secrets that I've kept to the ends

Sitting back, can't memorize

Keep my name in yo' mouth, and watch me how I sanitize

Bitches talk too much, all the BBCs they fantasize

Keep on talking shit 'bout a nigga who is black and white

All you lil' pussies are in shame, c'mon, tell me why?

Watch me walk along to the road while you sit and die

Now these thots on my phone dancing sexy and they live and thrive

CPU, take away my guts, ruin up my life, yuh

Sit alone with my sins ahead

Waiting for all of them to drop dead

Nicotine got me lost in the head

Secrets that I've kept to the ends