Intuition, VerBS - Really lyrics
[Intuition, VerBS - Really lyrics]
She said fuck you
And the high horse you rode in on
It's been a blind course of
Divorce since you been gone
I'm staying busy
But I barely keep my skin on
It's just another test that at
Best keeps my chin strong
Lightheaded, eyes bright red
And I'm just trying to find a little
Slice of heaven I can tread in
She said I try to stop the drops
My eyes are sheddin'
But, I can't seem to shake your
Sour scent from my beddin'
And my advice was bad to offer her
I said that could be fixed
With a little fabric softener
Already took our pictures down
At magic markered her i swear to god
The end was almost bad as the start with her
Well, look what the kitty dragged in
With a shitty sad grin, stressed
Pretty bad skin
Nit picky, skinny titties sagged thin
With like fifty nifty reasons I
Should shimmy back in
My man Evan Walker made you look serene
These shrooms made your eyes bloom into roses
Plumage that's gold and rays in a beam
But these aren't the same
Views when I'm sober
And being ourselves is hella difficult
When we party religiously like it's a cult
The real you I wanna get to know
The real me I wanna get to show
But, I hide behind my drunkenness
Like it's a cloak and you do the same
And when it provokes thoughts
I'm wondering if Mrs night Fun
Is the right one shit I hope
But, you know the game
And I smile like light shows
And when she smile bright light shows
Man I know this dame
Trying to commit a nigga
But, I ain't really sure
'Cause she ain't really pure
Trying to lock me down every
Time I hit the door
Should I really, really or would I be silly
To continue concealing this feelings
That I be feeling
And the high horse you rode in on
It's been a blind course of
Divorce since you been gone
I'm staying busy
But I barely keep my skin on
It's just another test that at
Best keeps my chin strong
Lightheaded, eyes bright red
And I'm just trying to find a little
Slice of heaven I can tread in
She said I try to stop the drops
My eyes are sheddin'
But, I can't seem to shake your
Sour scent from my beddin'
And my advice was bad to offer her
I said that could be fixed
With a little fabric softener
Already took our pictures down
At magic markered her i swear to god
The end was almost bad as the start with her
Well, look what the kitty dragged in
With a shitty sad grin, stressed
Pretty bad skin
Nit picky, skinny titties sagged thin
With like fifty nifty reasons I
Should shimmy back in
My man Evan Walker made you look serene
These shrooms made your eyes bloom into roses
Plumage that's gold and rays in a beam
But these aren't the same
Views when I'm sober
And being ourselves is hella difficult
When we party religiously like it's a cult
The real you I wanna get to know
The real me I wanna get to show
But, I hide behind my drunkenness
Like it's a cloak and you do the same
And when it provokes thoughts
I'm wondering if Mrs night Fun
Is the right one shit I hope
But, you know the game
And I smile like light shows
And when she smile bright light shows
Man I know this dame
Trying to commit a nigga
But, I ain't really sure
'Cause she ain't really pure
Trying to lock me down every
Time I hit the door
Should I really, really or would I be silly
To continue concealing this feelings
That I be feeling