Wrong Day - Intellectual

[Biv]

Demons on the post, and they going my way

They won't let this go, may she never go away

I don't ring alarms, in my dose away

I don't ring alarms

Will she ever feel like I'm the one

Ring myself dry, it might help

Waiting so long, she might know

If she comes down, it might help

It might move

I won't see, grab my needs

It might just move

I might feign, I might bleed

I might go loose

I might pop, I ain't ghost, I might just zoom

I might just zoom

Might move

I won't see, grab my needs

It might move

I might feign, I might bleed

I might lose

I might pop, I ain't ghost, I might zoom

I might zoom

If they want a feeling, then they gotta keep it locked

If you tryna fuck with them, then get up when I walk

I could never switch from giving space to all my thoughts

I could never switch from giving yuh yuh

I could give a fuck less

It only matter what the drugs say

I’m on my own

How the fuck I’m boutta make it home

Bitch you get a dial tone

Fifty thousand for a feature and you picked the wrong day

Everybody want a problem I could do it all day

Fill the fucking bag up

Something here don’t add up

Blades out the fucking window ain’t nobody talkin ain’t no chatter

And when we dealt with them ain’t nobody see shit