2K MARIN - Intellectual

[Intro]

Why, James?

Honey, please

Find the most expensive items I can find at [?]

Right when I walked in, I found $40 sea moss and $14-

(Hocus Pocus)

[Chorus: Colliding With Mars]

I'm sorry I'm impatient

I'm sick of sitting here waiting

They put my face on a playlist

And I feel like nothing changed, so what?

Am I not enough?

That's 2K in my bank account

They introduce me like I'm famous now

I feel like everybody wanna watch

But when I need a hand then no one's here to talk

So what?

Am I not enough?

[Verse 1: Belaganas]

Question pop up when I'm standing on the cusp

Supposed to call me when I'm down

Instead you only call my bluff

Family's supposed to push you furthеr

Not tell you to hang it up

Friends who claim they gavе a fuck

Shit gets real, they tails get tucked

Can't make this up

Now I ain't apologizing

I'm inside of my mind's body, compromising

You get on the rides and then you off encounters

And they rob you blind before they ostracize you

Call me bitter but you not entitled

To no peace of mind, that shit is of Atlanta (Bitter)

Read between the lines and things that we could find

Might even feel just like the-

[Verse 2: Colliding With Mars]

All of my wins are somebody's Ls

I eat till I'm full, you fasten your belt, I know that it's hell

Relieve my stress, it's half of your rent, my shawty can tell

I stay at the gram, my hand on my dick, I know it don't help ($14 water)

But I know some rappers who locked out of heaven

They fill up they gas at a 7/11

They put out a track and it never gets mentioned

They pulling a crowd of like 10 of their friends at their shows

And everyone knows the slippery slope

Of following dreams with minimal hope

They stare at a screen, they seeing me gloat

And like a disease, the jealousy grows

They speak of morality

Don't think I don't know that they after me

I got some homies who life is in tatters

Who think that the only way out is tattling

Look at what's happening

See them resorting to fallacies

If they had their way, 'fore end of the day

I'd be selling the gold out my cavities

FBI tackle me, look at what's happening (Wow!)

Maintaining my jester's privilege, special interest

Whippin' on too many daiquiris

Look, maintaining my jester's privilege

So everything's cool if they laugh at me

They get in my head, I'm lying in bed every night

Like, "Do I deserve the success?"

Is rapping a passion or is it a means to an end

And is it my future to get?

Everything I ever wanted

Despite all the bridges I burned that I'll never mend

Should I let 'em win?

Or do I tell people who want me to beat it to beat it instead?

Look

[Chorus: Colliding With Mars]

I'm sorry I'm impatient

I'm sick of sitting here waiting

They put my face on a playlist

And I feel like nothing changed, so what? (Damn, DJ [?])

Am I not enough?

That's 2K in my bank account

They introduce me like I'm famous now

I feel like everybody wanna watch

But when I need a hand then no one's here to talk

So what?

Am I not enough?

[Outro: Colliding With Mars]

I'm sorry, I-

I'm sorry, I- (Sick of sitting here)

I'm sorry, I-

I'm sorry, I- (Sick of sitting here)

I'm sorry, I-

I'm sorry, I- (Sick of sitting here)

I'm sorry, I-

I'm sorry, I- (Sick of sitting here)