Stepping Into Sin - Intellectual

[Intro: Smrtdeath]

Yeah, yeah

You're on my mind, on the ride home, yeah, aaah

Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Smrtdeath]

You're on my mind, on the ride home, yeah, you get under my skin (under my skin, yeah)

Like you're standin' at the front door, yeah, waitin' for me, let you in (let you in, yeah)

A broken bottle on the sidewalk, yeah, no I couldn't be him (couldn't be him, yeah)

Seems like every time that I walk, I'm just steppin' into sin (steppin' into sin)

[Verse 1: Smrtdeath]

I don't know that much about 'em

But I know they talkin' all about me

Every time I go, I got a backup on me

Maybe see I got a problem

But I'm tellin' 'em

"I got solutions and my body's rotten, I got cosmolution"

I don't know the fuck they wantin'

But they said he askin' all these questions

I don't ever call 'em, I don't check the message

I ain't tryna teach no lessons

But I know, yeah, that they always watchin', yeah

They always watchin', keep 'em second guessin'

Sometimes I can't get you out my mind, yeah, yeah

Sometimes need to get out of my mind, yeah, yeah

Sometimes I just need to get high, yeah, yeah

I might have to take what I can find, yeah

Feel like baby, maybe, you can be the one to save me

'Cause sometimes I just really can't face these demons

Hate these ways that I'm dealin'

Guess I'll always hate these ways that I'm dealin'

[Bridge: Smrtdeath]

When I'm steppin' into sin

Might be how when my life ends, but it's where I begin

Steppin' into sin

Might be how when my life ends, but it's where I begin

[Hook: Smrtdeath]

You're on my mind, on the ride home, yeah, you get under my skin (under my skin, yeah)

Like you're standin' at the front door, yeah, waitin' for me, let you in (let you in, yeah)

A broken bottle on the sidewalk, yeah, know I couldn't be him (couldn't be him, yeah)

Seems like every time that I walk, I'm just steppin' into sin (steppin' into sin)

[Verse 2: Slug Christ]

It's too much, goddamn, it's just too much

You've been runnin' through my mind while I'm tryna run it up, eh

Run it up, eh, I'm outta touch but

When you're not here, it's so hard to give a fuck, my God

Off the porch, yah, been stepped off the porch, yah

This war, is it really what you wanted?

So gorgeous, so goddamn gorgeous

I'd love to forget, but it's just too late for that

I'll keep it real, a handful of pills

Chewed 'em all up, so I wouldn't have to feel, have to feel

Have to feel, a pocket full of bills

Spent it on myself, 'cause I'm solo in the field

Without you, without you

I learn how to, without you, yah

I can sit here sniffing dope all day

But that would never be enough to take away the pain, my love