Troublesome - Intellectual

[Chorus: Roy Kunk Lug]

It’s a winter night, cold as fuck

Kept the window open, circulate the muck

Top down, bottoms up, I only see a scrub

Lost all my confidence wading in the mud

Waitin' for a bitch

Had her in my later plans

Fucked around and got myself stuck in my later plans

I partake in daydreamin’

It got me thinking crazily

I think about blue eyes, blatant lies, and what you say you see

What you see is awfully troublesome, at least to me

11 A.M. and I’m wakin' up slow

Not like molasses, more like snow

Fallin' down from the cloud like it’s never meant to hit the ground

Precipitation predictive of the lows

I’m a speed racer, not a speed dater

Can’t talk to chicks if they ain’t got the basics

Can’t take a risk if I ain’t see their face yet

Made that same mistake just a short time ago

The Power of Positive Thinking collects dust

Trapped in my desk like a man on the rocks

Is he gone or does he only lean for the looks?

Tell you what, I’ll bet my life that he jumps

Paper cuts

Paper mills

My grandmother worked in fuckin' paper mills

And then there's me, a white boy rappin’ about a heart of chills

I’m fuckin' pathetic

And I sure ain’t prophetic

I sure ain’t prophetic