LIAISON - Intellectual

[Intro]

(Don't fucking touch me, don't do none of that shit)

(You don't fucking know me, you ain't in my family)

[Verse 1]

Been a year, I been to hell and back and outer space

Buying chandeliers, a couple houses out in other states

Magazine covers make me hate the way I'm saving face

I'm fucking over love, I took a chomp and caught the aftertaste

More than I could take now, I be stranded 50 miles away

Cat is out the bag, it's hard to fake that I been doing great

Found the other day, just like EA, the game is pay to play

A hundred fucking acres, thinking, "Damn, I gotta get some spacе"

Pour the Perignon, carry on, very strong

Lungs ain't fit for marathons, why I feel infеrior

Storybook, I etch-a-sketch with a Crayola crayon

Scrolling through my tax, advancing brackets, need a liaison

Staying calm, don't bite the bullet

Unless you own a gun, spark a fucking molotov

Just to get the party goin'

You ain't my homie, ain't my brother, ain't my guardian

So why the fuck you barking when I ask what all my dogs is on?

[Chorus]

Take ya time, take a breath

Make a rhyme, take a rest

Wait in line, raise the bets

Is she mine, I digress

Seven dimes, take ya pick

Fading times, recollect

On my own, by myself

Rolling Stone, treble clef

Time to shine, ready set

Fortified, no holding back

Said goodbye, seconds left

Mortified, my soul intact

Hold the line, pull the sack (What you say?)

Hold the line, pull the sack

Hold the line, pull the sack (What is goin' on right now?)

Hold the line, pull the sack (I can't fucking hear you)

[Verse 2]

Been a year, it's still my year

Now Collin's a commonplace

Comment is it garments or his confidence, it's hard to say

Went from store departments, empty wallets, hot and ready dates

To trucks that come with armor, Arnold Palmers, guess my karma's great

Flippin' dinero by the barrel outside of Chevron

The boy is giving headstrong, no kidding, tough as Teflon

Holy shit, baby jaw as strong as Efron's

She biting on her lip, I called a Lyft from out the restaurant

It all depends on, the very first impression

Flick a pick, expensive fits

She got the sauce, it's Szechuan

Evenings at the Ritz that oughta spritz some new affection

She really with the shits, solar eclipse affect her mental

Bitch you dead wrong, get rich no thanks to head starts

Like oh it's lit, an arsonist, been binging on the menthol

Oh I'm a plant, roots deeper than a nest doll

Go check the dates I been chasing fam since y'all was this tall