Everyday - Intellectual

[Intro]

You got the mic on you?

Broke my heart and you left me empty inside, ayy

Ooh, yeah, ooh

She gon' come around just to come again

And tell me that she still gon' fuckin' love me until the end

I deserve the world but she think that we'd be better friends

To act like she ain't think about what we probably could've been

(Ayo, Perish, this shit hot boy)

Swear that I still think about that like almost everyday

But I just keep my heart closed 'cause I don't want it to escape

And I still wait for you to text back, even though it's getting late

Like I coulda probably went to a party and just got laid

But baby, I don't want it like that no more

All I was tryna do is go get your attention

But baby, it didn't work, it just showed imperfection

Yeah, you were a demon, you were just hurting my impression

(Ayo, Perish, this shit hot boy)

But, oh yeah, that's my Ex, don't worry he nothin'

Always something now, fuck that

Yeah, hope he just my friend, I highly doubt that

Yeah, you could do what you want, it ain't even fuckin' 'bout that

But let me get my five months of agony right back

Huh, yeah, can't get a text back

Like you were the one who took my heart to just go give it right back

Like, ooh, I don't like that

I don't know why I thought so long that I would wife that

She gon' come around just to come again

And tell me that she still gon' fuckin' love me until the end

I deserve the world but she think that we'd be better friends

To act like she ain't think about what we probably could've been

(Ayo, Perish, this shit hot boy)

Swear that I still think about that like almost everyday

But I just keep my heart closed 'cause I don't want it to escape

And I still wait for you to text back, even though it's getting late

Like I coulda probably went to a party and just got laid

But baby, I don't want it like that no more

All I was tryna do is go get your attention

But baby, it didn't work, it just showed imperfection

Yeah, you were a demon, you were just hurting my impression

(Ayo, Perish, this shit hot boy)

But oh, I don't like that