PL - Intellectual

[Intro: Macseal]

Leaves scraping on the street, emulating bloody knees

Another night spent obliviously

But seriously

Get off of my back and leave me be

Got the [?] in real life, it's too good, I see

Well, I'm sorry, my bad, yeah, I'm sick of me

Well, I'm sorry, my bad, how you think of me?

(Next up, [?])

(I'm next up, and I got the [?])

(Swept under the rug like a dirty old magazine)

(Shoes on my floor, get the f*** out my house)

Probably looked up in the mirror, who is that bitch?

Yeah, I don't know who I am, or who that is

Sweat on the mattress, on your clothes [?]

A tit for a tat, a bloody ass [?]

I said I'd never again but I mistake her for a friend

I'd rather [?] in here

Never again will I ever break your trust again

But seriously

Get off of my back and leave me be

Got the [?] in real life, it's too good, I see

Well, I'm sorry, my bad, yeah, I'm sick of me

Well, I'm sorry, my bad, how you think of me?

I got this feeling that I can't shake

I wish you had a wish I could grant, aye

She a model that I gotta make

Gotta take her to the bank, got a lot of change

Yeah, at the bottom of the Porridge Lake

That's where I get embossed, and beveled, aye

Its the principle of the thing

In the water, my mouth seafoaming

And if you knew who I was, it'd ruin the whole thing

And I felt them pierce my heart at the hole thing

I'm embraced in the arms of the bone king

Can't remember what he said 'cause I was zoning

And I'm really tryna embark on a road-trip

I don't care 'bout mayflies and the locusts

Evil knows no bounds, it approaches

Closed eyes, a closed mouth, and a moment

(And leave me be)

(It's too good, I see)

(I'm sick of me)

(How you think of me?)