Don’t Get Me Wrong - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Steve Naghavi]

She's got the soul, but her God needs to run

Into the market where she bought the things in black

Everybody's laughing 'bout the clown in her head, ah

I start to dress me like the wise girls said

Some people whisper and some people talk too much

Yeah, I feel the time has come, I feel the job is done

Something is ridiculous, she takes my hand and say

"Don't you want to fuck me? I am ready to play"

I am the gear, she is obscene

We are the oil of the shaking bed machine

Another scream, wake up, it's your dream

That is what I mean

Here comes a strange kind of hero

Known for more stories than you know

Don't get me wrong, you tried the dark way

Don't get me wrong, it's not your last day

She is a bee with a sting in her hand

She left the wrong bag in my confusing land

We fall into plans and we dropped into the force

And now she spreads her legs, she wanna ride me like a horse