SUMDAYS - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah

I don't, I don't

Yeah

(Cutta, we rich)

[Pre-Chorus]

I be thinking 'bout my sister

Hope my granny know I miss her

Know I'm gon' go back and get her

Get here, I think I can get 'em

Mama told me keep my fist up

Baby, don't become a hitter

Still was riding with that blicka

I was tryna get my zips up

They was waiting for a slip-up

Couldn't let no nigga get up

Spinal make a nigga lift up

Send a nigga and his bitch up, yeah

[Chorus]

And some days, I be going missing, ooh, ooh, ooh

And some days, I don't wanna listen, yeah, yeah, yeah

Some days, I be going missing, I be going, I be going, I be going

And some days, I don't wanna listen, I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna

[Verse]

Misfit, I ain't really get shit

Started with nothing, now I'm in love with all the rich shit

I just be stuntin', I press a button in some big shit

Love how she coming, know I got somethin' for a thick bitch, yeah

Shorty, would you love me if I switched fits? Yeah

Still would love me without my lit wrist, yeah, yeah

Keep it a buck with me and don't switch shit, yeah, yeah

Don't give up on me down on my dick shit, yeah, yeah

I tell my brother keep it all in, but they go live instead of tryna make a call

Fuck nigga love to see me falling, y'all want me down, but y'all don't know what I be on

I passed the rock, but never learned how to ball

I passed the top, now everybody wanna call

I bet my opps'd never thought

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