Some Thymes - Intellectual

Yea yea yea

Three of my niggas back in the cut

Got this gorilla we packing the Dutch

Break something down then we baggin it up

Had to get tough got our ass out the mud

Met her last weekend she asked me to fuck

These bitches crazy they asking too much

Love TLC that bitch had to be lying

Cause I bagged that hoe from the passenger side

These bitches is crazy they trying too much

Ex hit me up said she trying do lunch

Bitch you must’ve hit your head

You must’ve missed your meds

Always a little off wasn’t no pillow talk girl you done shit the bed

Why am I acting different

Can’t give you more of me I got priorities you saw it as dismissive

Gave a fuck bout her image

Don’t understand only time I was holding her hand Changing up her position

They understand She finish she say I’m the man I came up a little different

I peeped the lay of the land

And I came to conquer you playing with monsters these fakes and imposters ain’t breaking my mantra

A face in the crowd, soul in the rough

Breaking it down, rolling it up

Take her for rounds shorty in love

Shaking the town showing me love

Take look around it’s only been us

Making the sound when they told me give up

Hate from the clowns don’t even budge

Just take in the loud and don’t give a fuck

Yea

I blank sometimes

I ain’t that guy

I sank my line

I break my mind

I blank sometimes

I ain’t that guy

I sank my line

I break my mind

I ain’t that guy

I blank sometimes

I break my mind