Intuition

My superstition is winding
I wake up, feel like I'm dying
I try to leave the past behind me
It's a competition
Summertime, why am I freezing
I love you, do you believe me
I think we should squash our feelings
Stab me in the back
Yeah, I call that treason
Tell me the things that they're saying baby
I cannot escape this feeling

Plenty of VVs, they on me
I'm not optionless
Smoking cookie, yeah
Not snorting powder shit
My beats is on fire
Bracelet the opposite
Stirring the pot, yеah
The way I'm popping shit
Pop out the spinner with a casе of the pre rolls
Roll with my dogs and they all on the payroll
I roll the dice for my life, we don't lay low
I hit the

My superstition is winding
I wake up, feel like I'm dying
I try to leave the past behind me
It's a competition
Summertime, why am I freezing
I love you, do you believe me
I think we should squash our feelings
Stab me in the back
Yeah, I call that treason
Tell me the things that they're saying baby
I cannot escape this feeling

My superstition is winding
I wake up, feel like I'm dying
I try to leave the past behind me
It's a competition
Summertime, why am I freezing
I love you, do you believe me
I think we should squash our feelings
Stab me in the back
Yeah, I call that treason
Tell me the things that they're saying baby
I cannot escape this feeling