Leather - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Too many times before, you know I wouldn't rhyme before

'Bout some shit I didn't want to talk about, then it's out

Then it wouldn't kill my vibe before -

Not this time though - but I do know one thing though

Bitches - they come, they go

Saturday through Sunday, Monday, yo

It's whips and dips and slips

Next thing I know your hands all on my bit

"I love your jacket, where's my jacket?"

Shit man, what's all this girl?

What you put in there? I don't fuck with that shit

I don't know your name, and you love this little game

But you go ahead and pull that shit

I don't know you full crazy, you'll be pushing up daisies

We look like Sid and his Nancy, could it be B and Jay-Z?

I'm going crazy with this one

Don't call me baby, no, listen

You better give me my jacket

Shut up and kiss him, I said

[Hook]

She kiss my leather, and

I kiss her better than she ever had

She wears my leather, and

I think that I'm a go home with that

And I'll play with that and make it slow

I think that she love the way that I watch her climb, up down that pole

And that's the way that she's getting dough

And that's the way that she's getting throwed

[Verse 2]

I'm - too hard for all of this

Too much heart involved with this

Too many people trying to get me what they want me

But I don't wanna see it alone with this click clack bang

Baby, this world is insane, nobody stays in their lane

It's all about fame, I do not care about names

I do not fuck with this game, I'm just so real

Never don't know how to feel, I wish you knew how this shit feels

Needing a drink just to keep my state of mind in tack with this whole life I'm living for real

I need a Bonnie, I am a Clyde

Need to put all this bullshit to the side

Pulling your panties aside

I'm going tonight, I'm going tonight