myselfd6.m4a - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

I've drank bleach

I've drank piss (You like that?)

I don't sleep

So I cut my wrists

I was in the back of the club, in the bottom of the K-hole

And I was still twerking though

Glitter on my face and a pocket full of mace, my boots on the table

Y'all hoes talk shit, y'all hoes so fake

Like, everybody knows that purse's from the gate

Y'all already know my purse full of cash from this date

And the only thing I blew was a blue little vape

Saken's a poet, Amber's full of shit

Alina wants love but Kova wants to trick

In a two-seater, putting gloss on my lips

And I'm not selling coochie, I be selling dick

Can you come save me

From myself?

(From myself) From myself

Sometimes I feel like (I feel like)

I'm in hell (I'm in hell)

I was at the pool, I was lookin' pretty

Crochet bikini tied around my little titties

I hold my ass out, now I'm in a new city

I was sitting in a Benz, smoking crack with my trickie

Damn, you bitches really piss me off

Why are you so soft?

Why are you so ugly?

Why are you so botched?

Call my ass RiceGum, these trannies need to stop

I'ma punch you in the face, now you really gettin' clock