Bambú - Intellectual

[Intro: James.wav]

We don’t talk

No more it’s awful

I just wanna know

How you’ve been

We don’t talk

No more it’s my fault

I just wanna know

What i did

[Verse 1]:

Can’t touch my Szechuan

I was just another pretty face you slept on

Never showed love, never called or texted

But only i know i know

Let’s start a new game

Wipe down files, get the character crew changed

You were cold blooded, yeah immune to the mood ring

But only i know i know

You just wanna be alone more

I ain’t got a code for that

Guess i’m hanging with the bros more

I ain’t gonna go full blast

You said i gotta be adult more

Said i gotta go to class

Whip it up in Pro Tools fast

I’m the one you go to last, yeah

[Verse 2: Honda Swerve]

Smoking some reds in the memory

Porcelain by way of the dentistry

Tryna turn my friends into enemies

Tryna get yo friends into bed with me

Nobody toyed with me like she hasbro

She turned infidel like the Castro

I would be Odell with these hands bro

I could catch all hell I could handle

Hate me and you wonder why you'll never be the mother

Of my little baby child, figure that shit out

Fuck all of the baggage you know both of us has had it

I ain't walk an extra mile, to hear you run yo mouth

Cauliflower ear from the lies

Hurt my eyes to see you insincere

Sending fear to god up in the skies but

God despise the ugly that is here

[Verse 3: James.wav]