4AM - Intellectual

[Chorus]

(Woo-woo, woo-woo)

Let's party, let's have a fiesta

Uh, tear that bitch up like a rasta

Yeah, damn bitch, she want me to rest up

It's four in the morning, I can't rest

It's four in the morning and I can't sleep 'cause if you snooze, you lose

One year ago, she ate on me, now I could pick and choose

Every day a bachelor party, told that ho, "Show me your boobs"

Every day a codeine party, bitch, I'm not sippin' on booze

Snuck my Glock up in this party, I'm not playin' by your rules

Goo-goo-goo, I got my stick in the house

You do some shit, and I'm airin' it out

That Perc' got me crazy, I'm runnin' around

I told her, "Stop talkin', listen to the sounds"

She feel sound, she feel safe, but we just mеt today (Yeah, yeah)

I feel like a clown 'causе she left and then went M.I.A (Yeah, yeah)

You the reason I don't trust a bitch no more

I went and got me some racks, so I don't be cuttin' my wrist no more

I went and got me some drank, so I don't be sippin' on bliss no more

Wake up and I pour a four, I told that bitch, "I thought it's normal"

She say, "Boy, you crazy," she want have my baby

That label tryna sign me, then they better fuckin' pay me

I fuck that bitch, I slay her, like we makin' entertainment

When I mean entertainment, I meant makin' a new porno movie

I swear I love fuckin' these groupies (Yeah)

I fucked that bitch and leave her (Yeah), I don't want that bitch to know me (Yeah)

I don't want her to see my demons, I don't want that bitch to hold me

Like a video game, this bitch throwin', yeah, that bitch on me