Bottle’o - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Pull up at the bottle-o

The lady, she wants to know

Why I got my crinkled passport instead of my licence

Say, "I lost my wallet, life's a bit of a crisis lately"

Yeah, I'm a little bit sunburnt, a little bit sad

My cheeks are red and I think I've been had

By that old sun tricking me outside

It probably meant for the best, but I'm a reflective surface of light

Jog up the shops for a money dash

ATM doesn't do cardless cash

Catch my reflection in the black of the screen

I'm a disappointing fuck and I don't like what I see anymore

Yeah, I'm a little bit sunburnt, a little bit sad

My cheeks are red and I think I've been had

By that old sun tricking me outside

It probably meant for the best, but I'm a reflective surface of light

Guess I'll just stay in tonight

Take my careless losses as a sign

If I get high enough, I can pretend that you're here

Or that my wallet might just reappear

It's all wishful thinking

Da-da, da-da-da, da-da-dum

Yeah! Woo! Yeah, girl!