Metropolis - Intellectual

[Intro]

Oh, yeah, uh

Ohhhhh, wooo, yeah

Fake friends they die

Real friends they die

All lies is lie

All eyes is on me

Woah, yeah

How you think that I'm the problem when you really started this?

I'm still fucked up from the past so I try not to remember shit

All I was was moderate, let's go big metropolis

Ridin' in a gold thing, ridin' in a gold thing

Let's drive the mustang, let's get some more drink

I need some more drink, I need some more mud (Mud)

I throw rack, I throw rack, wе fuck up the club, woah

We fuck up the club

I just got somе chicken with my titties

Drowning in her potion I call this magic city

Airbnb for four days we get rowdy, belligerent

I don't need a tailor I keep rockin' ricky, ricky, ricky, huh, huh

Fresh & clean I'm draped in all black, I'm Rick Owens

I got chrome hearts from my flesh to my bones, yeah

Fake friends they die slow

Real friends they die quick

I've been left alone, I don't seek no partnership

I ain't work for conglomerate

I ain't never been moderate (Woah oh oh)

I ain't never been moderate