FROOT RING - Intellectual

[Intro: mesq]

This one-

This one makes me like - think of um, umbrellas, in like - the 60's

I don't even know, it doesn't even make sense

Phone call lightin' up the movies

Gettin' kicked out, smoke a nigga like a doobie

Froot loopin', groupies startin' problems, told 'em fuckin' sue me

Off 'em, caution, turn up with a loss here often

And I sacrificed a narcissist to cough a lot to college

With a pocket full of pistols, don't give into it

Incubus, searchin' for the soul

He want it desperately, heavenly

Don't want nobody following

All my problems, they fond of me

Fond of me, um, yeah

Wanted a homie, creeps and crawls and follows

Won't get off, and at least it was

When it falls its almost like

A hundred million demons that were on top of me

I remember, I remember

I remember (I remember)

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

See, I been hurtin'

But I ain't let my mama know

I'ma throw this bitch across the room into the window

See, I'm vegetatin' on my mattress

The slashed wrists flash across the insides of my eyelids and lashes like a movie

I'll turn your current notions to a smoothie

If he talk to me for once

I spun a yarn to fuck a floozie

Wait no, she pullin' strings until I ain't got shit to wear

Dance around the school and the buck lookin' for underwear, shit

Feelin' at my worst

Can't fix a meal until I pop a pro first, pop a pro first

Phlegm on my pop filter, spit till I'm off kilter (Off kilter)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Oooh, lalalala, ooooooo-