Dear Heather - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]

(This that beautiful shit)

She got the bathwater running, honey smelling like some almond milk

Lavender and cocoa nib, hop on a pogo stick

Don’t mind her, she’s only here for taking photos, shit

Unless you wanted to jump in all on the low, low

I love your pussy lips, the fatness and the shape of ‘em

And plus they got a little shake to them, many times forsaken ‘em

Improper use had led you to the doctor many times

In the past year, keep the flask near

Drink away the sorrows, reaching for tomorrow

Dip out of the country with this time that I have borrowed

Never to return again but you could write me with the feather

To my number one fan, I love you Heather

You’ve got me feeling so fine

And I can hardly find the time, yeah

Tomorrow’s so far down the line

So sit yourself down and unwind

This year I took a hundred flights

Which mean my girl cried a hundred nights

Hundred groupie hoes I gave the pipe

But I still found time to get my paper right

Big money on it, tell ‘em go and count the pile

Man, I swear to God, this life is wild

You be creative and they take your style

Lot of bitches out here lame, they just in denial

We keep it cool but she hot as hell, we make it melt

She got me living with a feeling that I never felt

And every day we smoke the dopest dope that has been dealt

I had to leave because I’m getting booked just like a show

She told me I’m a learn that some people ain’t worth the help

And you show them the ropes, they go and hang they self

And I gotta listen to anything that Heather say

I gotta stay shining, don’t wanna see Heather gray

Ayy

You’ve got me feeling so fine

And I can hardly find the time, yeah

Tomorrow’s so far down the line

So sit yourself down and unwind