2043 - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Reneé Rapp]

Maybe I should try religion

'Cause, Jesus, you're hard to rely on

I'd never find you in the kitchen

You couldn't even pay rent for three months

Oh, I heard you, I get it, you're broke

But oh, you always had money to smoke, though

Now my tummy hurts, he's in love with her

But for what it's worth, they'd make beautiful babies

And raise 'em up to be a couple of

Fucking monsters, like their mother and their father

Eventually, 2043

Someone's gonna hurt their little girl like their daddy hurt me

I just want some recognition

For having good tits and a big heart

I can't believe I let you hit it

In hindsight, that might be the worst part

Oh, I taught you everything you know

But oh, I guess boys, they come and they go

Now my tummy hurts, he's in love with her

But for what it's worth, they'd make beautiful babies

And raise 'em up to be a couple of

Fucking monsters, like their mother and their father

Eventually, 2043

Someone's gonna hurt their little girl like their daddy hurt me

Mm, like their daddy hurt (Me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e, e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e)

Like their daddy hurt (Me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e, e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e)

Like their daddy hurt (Me-e-e-e-e-e-e-e, e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e)

Now my tummy hurts, he's in love with her

But for what it's worth, he's her problem now, baby

And she'll stay with him

'Cause she made with him a couple monsters

Like their mother and their father

Yeah, eventually, 2043

Someone's gonna hurt your little girl like you hurt me