MAYDAY - Intellectual

Feel my brain going down the drain like mayday mayday mayday mayday

Stay flipping shit like a check after payday

Why you look at me all judgy you straight lace

You talking shit I'll waylay

Shut the fuck up you and me we both know it’s a day late

You in my range I'll melee

Feel like a villain tie you and your boo to a railway

Cinema please

I wanna see me on screen

And I'll never be lonely

Counting up crows

One up through six

Damn it’s an omen why nobody told me

I feel like Kaz

Dress like a motherfucker

Just to chill with my cronies

Oh my god, ASTRAL

I live my life like a movie

I'm a side character

That's how they shoot me (click)

Staying up late on a Tuesday

Looking for rеasons why I'm such a moody bitch

Into that cutesy shit

Pink on my pink with the wicks lit and glim

Speeding like pilots likе taking my stim

Write fairy tales like fuck Disney it's Grimm

Huh

Why do you listen to him

Just a jock on a hissy fit missing the gym

I used to choose to be skipping the lifts

But then you might confuse my lil limbs with some sticks

Heh

Probably do that again

If the weather is right so I guess it depends

I won't pretend that I lean with the bends in the road

I feel just a tad maladjusted

Soot in my lungs

From spitting on bastards who want nothing more than a boot on their tongue

And their boots on my back

And a gun to the head of like every person who looks and acts different from them

So muster a punch for the hatefully braindead their kin and the intolerant

Ignorant bitches who kiss on the ass of the powerful, rich and our con president

Back to the basics

Bastard I feel amazing

Actually you ain't even a factor in my equation

Matter of fact I'm aiming aimlessly I’m just raging

Painting a canvas changing in taste to suit the occasion

Got the crowd dancing like May Day

And I’m trying not to care what they say

Snobs always guarding the gateway

Like zip your damn mouth and just stay ‘way

I'm tryna take a lil vacay

Got the crowd dancing like May Day

And I’m trying not to care what they say

Snobs always guarding the gateway

Like zip your damn mouth and just stay ‘way

I'm tryna take a lil vacay

Wash my hands of all the small talk

I scrub until the skin falls off

Often I want it all non-stop

I slam the brakes at the crosswalk

I just got caught in the crosstalk

Maybe I'll cut my ears off like Van Gogh

Burn my bridges with a flambeau

Cut all you bitches and then go

Out to the words or some shit