Say Something - Intellectual

[Hook: Alex & Sierra]

Say something, I'm giving up on you

I'm giving up on you

Say something, I'm giving up on you

[Verse 1: btyler]

Step up to the free throw line, I'll take the shot

Btyler is the writer and I'm changing the plot

On a blockbuster beat, all you make is a flop

But I'm here to resuscitate, that's why I am the doc

Man, I'm fly on the spot, you're just a fly on the wall

I'm prolly high on some pot, you'll prolly die in the hall

I'm sick of pulling this weight, if I let go then you'll fall

I tried to tell you to say something, you won't even call

Now I'm having a ball, and you're a follower still

You'll prolly hammer a vein, or go and swallow some pills

You prolly say I'm to blame, but I'm a prodigy fillin' up

A couple-a cups, they runneth over and spill

Homie, you know the deal, this rapper gave you a chance

But you'd rather keep up with the same old song and the dance

Now we're moving onto better things, you say we're fuckin' you

But you had your chance to say something, and now we're givin' up on you, yup

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

I am the topic of conversation, it's a celebration

Let's toast to the fact that we had a thousand people waitin'

Just to hear this shit drop, now we're changin' locations

Cuz this new shit pops off like a special occasion

Pulling up to the station; can't believe that I'm doin' this

Can't believe that one of my people was tryin' to ruin us

With the grapevine growin' and the police pursuin' us

The only way I'll be talkin' is rappin' up until I'm blue in the face!

But I refuse to speak a word or disgrace

On this foundation that I've built and brought to life in this place

That I've survived inside for two decades of my life

I make a name for myself, burn it, and have to relyt

I've relied on, too many people most of my days

Iv'e made a million mistakes, and I'm still stuck in my ways

But now I'm chasin' my dreams, what really have you to say?

Something intelligent, hopefully, cuz I'm runnin' away... ayy...

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Look at where came from, look at where we've gone

We came a long way from staying up until dawn

Now we're up late alone, thinkin' what we did wrong

That's what happens when a Queen treats her King like a Pawn

You may think it's a song; you may not even hear this

You wanted me to be mature, happy, confident, fearless

But you didn't offer an atmosphere conducive to growth!

It kinda hurts when you always got that boot to ya throat!

It kinda burns when you gotta hear the murder he wrote!

That kinda shit you don't deserve to get told!

I find it hard to believe that he's the reason why you're hurtin' the most

Like you're the reason why I'm flirtin' with hoes. I suppose

It's a joke, if I write it down in a word or a prose

We'll see who's laughin' when I draft to the pros

The checks I'm cashin' on fashion will be the last of ya hopes

To try to match when I'm back in the Bro, smashin' my woes, and my foes, and you're fro--

[Hook]

[Outro]

I can hear 'em say, "he's insane," and "not again."

But I came out here to Explain Like it's The End