Greyhound - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I can't make a song for shit

I put my all in this, I put my all

You think you're better than me?

Well, no one is better than me, I feel the pressure

Pray to God it don't kill me before I get up

Come on, won't you get up? Come on, won't you bag up?

Told myself I wouldn't rest until my ba—

Ice cold, got no clue what to write, bro

Do this shit for ages, and I still don't got my name out

I see a pretty face, think 'bout my ex, I might just freak out

Double C round her waist, break necks when she walk around

It's bittersweet to the taste, I turned twenty on the Greyhound

Turned twenty on the Greyhound

Turned twenty on the—

I lost it same way I got it

Tell another lie, I don't really mind it

Who am I to judge your vices?

I do the same shit, and I don't like it

Do you want it, or want them to see you got it?

Cheque hit, see the bank, and I'm smiling

You wish to see the worst, it's a mindset

It's ironic 'cause I know that I can't die yet

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