Christian - Intellectual

[Intro]

(V-Voidd, Voidd)

What? What? What?

(No,no)

No, I can't listen

It's bottoms up, sun down, bitch, I'm sippin'

It's Rick Owens on the shoes but I'm still Christian

You fucked me up so it's you I won't be missin'

You fucked me up so it's you I won't be-

Wish I could say all the shit that I been meanin'

And I don't want her but I'll take her for the season

My bro got Rollie so it's him I won't be taxin

My score like goalie, like I came in from the fraction

I come from Wheez side, out the game, we get to crackin'

Pop holes in yo' tires, I ain't trackin'

I take these pillls, I don't know who I am

I just wanted to be your fuckin' man

Get me out here, bruh

Aye, fuck that shit

No, I can't listen

It's bottoms up, sun down, bitch, I'm sippin'

It's Rick Owens on the shoes but I'm still Christian

You fucked me up so it's you I won't be missin'

You fucked me up so it's you I won't be-

So it's you I won't be-ah, woah, ah

So it's you I won't be-

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Two tone bands, Two tone watch, uh

Yeah, you grippin' on my-

Nah, you ain't grippin' on my-

Look at my waist, look at my fuckin' jeans (No, I can't listen)

I said look at my fuckin' jeans, bitch (Sun down, bitch I'm sippin')

It cost a buck to look like me (So it's you I won't be missin')

(You fucked me up so it's you I won't be-)