What’s Wrong - Intellectual

[Verse 1: M Row]

Damn, I'm tryna see what you mad at

You block me on everything, I'm only relayin' the message to you on a Cash App

Tryna figure out where I went wrong, you refusin' to say where the fuck I did bad at

Like I call your friend and she giggle and hang up on me like it's somethin' to laugh at (Fuck)

I'm tryna visualize all of the time's and the flash backs

I feel like you dub me because it's a nigga around, but I don't wanna ask that

Even though you was doin' your thing way before me, I really be lookin' way past that

At the same time I really do let it just bother mе knowin' that mad niggas had that

You don't even tell mе the reason you ghosted, you post it all over the media

Fuck it, if that's what we doin' I'll block her on everything, now I'm deletin' her

I'd rather just never see what she be doin', I soon not care 'bout seein' her

I'm only gon' think 'bout her late at night 'cause I can't sleep alone, I be needin' her

You just wanna ignore me and not even tell me the reason that you wanna break up

I just get up and see that I'm blocked with no messages explainin' what's up off the wake up

Shit turnin' me off, to be honest I've been felt funny and I already gave up

I just want a answer from you so I know what I did, you just coulda been straight up

Damn, like, I go through my phone and realize bitches not her

Whatever she want, know I got her

Soon as she throw me off, I'm quick to block her

And we be kickin' it like soccer

Wearin' my shorts while you cookin' me pasta

And this ain't no Cooking with Kya, my shorty hit high note like Mariah

I'm fiendin' to get in it, any man tryna stunt, I'm a get wit' him

It ain't no matter the crib we in, you 'bout to die if you play wit' my feelin's bitch

You go treesh and I call you to hit again

I be lookin' like an idiot, I'm a savage so no I don't give a shit

Only nigga who never crossed me was Benjamin

Franklin, we out here gettin' it

Hit that lick wit' the bros, then we splittin' it

Can't trust no thot, all these bitches hot, that's why I always keep a different chick

Give my heart to a bitch, I could never 'cause every bitch I give it to end up rippin' it (That's on my deads)

And that's why I be on some different shit (Facts)

Like, hold on, she grab my heart and yanked it out my sweater

Get back, I got a vendetta

I pop a trigger when I'm feelin' under the weather

The Perky always make it better

I send my left hand man to go blitz that

But whole time, I'm just tryna test her

Bae I got money, could be an investor

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