Badada - Intellectual

[Intro]

Bada-da-da-da

Da-da

Bada-da-da-da

Bada-da

Bada-da-da-da

Da-da

Bada-da-da-da

Bada-da-da

(Daaaaa)

Jesus took the wheel

We crashed into a ditched

Ain't that some shit?

(Goddamn)

(Ain't that some—)

Cup is running over, yeah

It's funny how your luck hasn't changed

It's still Powerball and Arizonas, yeah

You never grow how you wanna (You never grow how you wanna)

Yeah, yeah

And Tate's still on the corner

Talking 'bout some loud pack but his face is getting older

And his son is turning twenty-two

He'll spin the block if you need him to

But only if you cop an eighth

And better keep your story straight

Out in the south side of somewhere

Uh, and I don't know what part

The south side of somewhere

Uh, and I don't think that I'll bе getting out

Yeah, if we go brokе

Then we go broke, godamn

Blame it on the clover

Blame it on the south side of somewhere

Jesus took the wheel, yeah

And didn't take us nowhere

And ain't that some shit?

(ain't that some shit gahdamn?)

Ain't that some shit?

Outside with all these

Inside voices

Inside—