Last Flight - Intellectual

[Intro]

Ts on the road

I know it get hard sometimes

But girl, I just wanna change your mind, girl

Said, I'm really on the inside

I'm really on the—

Said, I'm really on the inside

Yeah, I'm really on the—

Said, I'm really on the—

Really on the— Really on the— Really on the in— Really on the inside

I'm really on the inside

Said, I'm really on the— Really on the— Really on the inside

You get all up in my head and shit and еverybody see it

Fucking up my bread and shit, I'm worried 'bout you chеating

Rolled the dice when I gave you my love, turned out I was tweaking

Turned out I was tweaking

I know you and, baby, you know me

Uh, we had love back when we had we

Uh, thought I found love but I found me a me

It's just me and me

It can't be the three of me

'Cause everybody needing me

I'm constantly making choices, listening to the voices that's stuck inside my head (I'm only a phone call away)

I'm praying for the Joyces, really for Rolls-Royces 'cause all my brothers dead (I'm only a phone call away)

(I'm only a phone call away)

Alright, let's—

Alright, let's go, let's get it

I ain't no love victim

If anything, I did it

Bad bitch, I done hit it

Baby, I'm a ticket

Know that lil' bitch let me, so I guess that bitch ain't get it

I'm constantly making choices, listening to the voices that's stuck inside my head (I'm only a phone call away)

I'm praying for the Joyces, really for Rolls-Royces 'cause all my brothers dead (I'm only a phone call away)

(I'm only a phone call away)