Thrill is Gone - Intellectual

[Verse 1:Botzy]

Yeah it's so gone

Yeah it's so dead

So we move on

Make our own bed

Call is homestead

Maybe get a couple kids

Maybe go crazy, cuz, your the one I settled with

Ladies counterfeit

Yeah I love the sound of it

Love the way she lies, so I guess I'll keep her round' a bit

Longer than the thrill of it

Mind is sorta militant

Bosses me around, but I guess I'm sorta into it

Fuck that

All them chickens cluck back

I know they all dirty like a muskrat, trust that

No offense but you gave it up the first night

I was on the fence sorta like a locked bike

Then I let loose, like no noose, I'm seeking refined

Don't play me, like baby, you'll always be mine

I noticed the differences, cuz yes I kept track

You focused on spliters, and like poking back

Goodbye gonzo, out the door disappear

Yeah I got the whole point, it was made crystal clear

Kiss a tear, or lick an open wound

Our love is like a war game, pistol grip at noon

Like a monsoon, heavy wet levy flow

Fist full of flowers, never let mescette show

Ready for confetti throw, celebrate single life

I'll be all alone with a single slice

True that, I'm a real cool cat

I'll end up over 30 acting like a new jack

Grabbing dames with no name, thanking fame for that

I sure-came to the game, lost my soul over that

Kept in tack till I packed a lil much on my back

I recall every day before it snapped and it cracked

Now the days getting blurry and the nights I can't recall

We fell in love surely but the thrill of it is gone!