Bizarre - Intellectual

(Vint, did you do this?)

[Verse]

I done bought my bitch a bag

Yeah all kinda bags, and I'm finna shop at Saks

I don't pop just any tags

I been on them dirty xans, and its kinda sad

Demons all inside my head, wonder where the molly at

Had to break the rules from the start (yeah)

I remember lookin' at the moon from my car (yeah)

I remember when I had to wish upon a star

Built this shit myself and I can tear it all apart (yeah)

No we ain't go shopping, but there's bags in the car

We done go to far, new moon, new chart

New chance to take your hеart

No wound, on god (god)

This feeling get kinda bizarre

I'm cool, I'm calm

She don't wanna lеt go of my arm

I gotta grow me a farm

I gotta get high, I gotta get high, on them percs, on them bars

I gotta get fly, I don't wanna thank god

She gon' twerk, shake it off (what! yeahhh)