letter to u - Intellectual

[Chorus]

(Let's go-go-go)

I'm on the back of the bus

With a big bag of the kush

You want smoke then smoke with us

Pulling up like whats the sus

Sick of beating round the bush

I'm sick of beating -

Baby girl tell me if it's love

I been spending all my money on some Christian Dior gloves

Yeah I know I'm fucking up

Soar above me like a dove

You got this image of me im not trynna fit in like a glove

Hope you think I'm doing well

I don't know whats gonna happen baby only time will tell

Waiting at the damn hotel for my mademoiselle

You got me in my room writing love songs like I'm Adele

Trynna put you in Chanel in a material

I'm on the back of the bus

With a big bag of the kush

You want smoke then smoke with us

Pulling up like whats the sus

Sick of beating round the bush

I'm sick of beating - huh

And you caught me in a lie, and it's not hard to tell

Baby girl that I'm the guy for it

I know you don't get it but its better if I lie to you

I know you don't like it but I promise you it's right for you

I wish you could see, how much you mean to me

Imma take you Bora Bora we take in the scenery

And I left last night yeah, but it doesn't matter cos we work together well like some damn machinery

I'm just trynna let you know, when you're front row at the show

Look in your eyes and I just wanna keep going

Theres no surprise when I look into your soul

I see a successful woman with a fuckload of dough

With a fuckload

I'm on the back of the bus

With a big bag of the kush

You want smoke then smoke with us

Pulling up like whats the sus

Sick of beating round the bush

I'm sick of beating - huh