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intuition (Explicit) - DC the DON
Composed by：Daijon Davis
What's so important that you couldn't
Admit that you missed it
Every weekend we get ****** up and
Start yellin' like it's tradition
Got me feelin' like I'm shootin'
Blanks out the AK with no ammunition
Got me feelin' like I drove a fast
Car with no engine nor transmission
No brakes when I hit the pedal it
Was all gas head-on collision
Turn your back on me for the last
Time was that really your intuition
If you say that wasn't how it was for you
Can you give me your definition
'Cause it feel like we was on two
Teams treatin' me like I was opposition
In a slow car tryna drive to you
Thirty minutes feelin' like a mission
Left the car runnin' outside for
You with the key still in the ignition
Throwin' rocks at your window tryna
Break somethin' never mind forget it
Wrote a note like it's suicide for
You is this really worth not livin'
I hope my trust still in revision
My mind not free 'cause it's too expensive
Make sure you stop being so nice
Is when they start actin' different
That's why I watch my steps 'cause
I'm so superstitious
I trust my hope my intuition
In my heart there's no hate for you or competition
But I said I'ma do whatever
I want without your d**n permission
Good luck I hope you end up
In the worst position
And I keep scrollin' through photos
Scroll scroll I just keep on scrollin'
And wake up with a new mind like
**** it I'ma be solo
**** it I'ma be solo
Walkin' 'round lookin' paranoid
'Cause I been movin' around dolo
And all she needed was a paragraph
Remindin' her about the old h*es
Ain't no point in reminiscin' 'bout the other half
We should've kept it on the low low
That's why when I'm wakin' up I'm on go-mode
Like **** it I'ma be solo
So low that I ain't even got
Me no connections I been dodgin' old h*es
Solo solo
Solo solo
Solo solo
Doin' everythin' for me to notice
Tryna treat the kid like it's all love I ain't goin'
B***h if I said it I mean it
I hop in the car on the one way I'm speedin'
Asking God
If you hear me I'm not tryna end up in hell
Just in love with a demon
I been so fast I'm tryna repent
Every time she call back I'm on the deep end
What's so important that you couldn't
Admit that you missed it
Every weekend we get ****** up
And start yellin' like it's tradition
Got me feelin' like I'm shootin'
Blanks out the AK with no ammunition
Got me feelin' like I drove a fast
Car with no engine nor transmission
No brakes when I hit the pedal
It was all gas head-on collision
Turn your back on me for the
Last time was that really your intuition
If you say that wasn't how it was for you
Can you give me your definition
'Cause it feel like we was on
Two teams treatin' me like I was opposition
