Cut Fa - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

(What's wrong, Money?) Aww, nothing Ms. Mary

It's like everyone's coming down on me and shit's getting hairy

And I'm steady, catching slack from my family and friends

About me and you and the porch and how much time we spend

(Well I don't want this thing to end) Aww that's something I would regret

I'm still tripping off the first day that we met

You was a fine little slender thing, dressed in white

With your wild red hair. You kept your ass in so tight

(Yeah, it was love at first sight) Yeah, Cupid passed and shot my stupid ass

And I was in flight, tripping off the whole night

I even heard you was a dyke (What?) 'cause my homegirls be liking ya

Kinky ass be biting ya, 'livering up big lights in ya

Even though you gained some pounds now you look good in yo brown gown

All my niggas be getting together and tossing you around town

(Well I admit I was uptight until you broke it down)

But I ain't tripping, this a new type of love that we found

You're the only one I cut for

You're the only one I need

Smoking, choking, floating, your shit is potent

I can hardly breathe

Momma's bitching in the kitchen, all about me of course

But I ain't really tryna listen, step out on the porch

And damn near drown when I down the last cup of Hen

Pull out some green sticky stuff, fired up the ass end

And took a puff, blew it out, sucked it back in

Started thinking bout all the things my 'Tee Jean was asking about

When I'm gon' get my lazy ass up and get a job

Stop living like a slob, but hell looking ain't the prob

I done turned in applications to everybody and they pappy

Them hoes just never did holla back at me

And I know how to act chappy on them interviews

And act like them fake niggas do

Give the man a firm handshake, fake grin or two

And they'll act like they kin to you

As if you was hired but be faking

Talking 'bout "We'll be in touch." And I'm still waiting

Still four months, so all I do is sit on my home front

And smoke blunts with these old punks

And dickheads and bitches, spending my last ten dollars

But I'ma quit that shit, starting tomorrow

So here I lay, in the back of my shed, brain dead

Hearing these motherfucking voices in my head

I can't breathe, I can't breathe