bernard trigger - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

You're wasting your time

She says only the lonely people in my life saw me lost in the moment

And down on my knees as I beg and I plead

For some time in your sheets so I can get what I need

Oh, yeah

Straight struck by her figure

Plot worsen, shower curtain as she pulls Bernard's trigger

And I hope and I pray, that it's going to fit her

But with Marlboro lips, how the fuck am I gonna quit her?

Oh, yeah

But late in the night, I'm wondering like who are you?

Are you, baby

The thorn in my side, or just my type?

I know it's wrong but I still want this

Bad love, too much, your touch, my lonely heart can't get enough, oh

She, she sit there making fun of my tendency to fumble buttons

Frequency of quickly coming

To make me feel like I'm yours

And me, I push my friends against the fence

She on the hunt for finger prints

Or circumstantial evidence

The things I'll do just to score

But late in the night, I'm wondering like who are you?

Are you, baby

The thorn in my side, or just my type?

I know it's wrong but I still want this

Bad love, too much, your touch, my lonely heart can't get enough

Talking sweet sins, wet wick, calling my bluffs

Like text and sex; I feel the same

Talking homicidal thoughts and growing pains