Empty Highways. - Intellectual

[Intro]

I feel, I feel, I feel

I feel... so delighted

It's 4:30 in the morning and I cruising down empty highways

Niggas on the street, now they looking at me sideways

It's 4:30 in the morning and I cruising down empty highways

Niggas on the street, now they looking at me sideways

Looking at me sideways, looking at me sideways

Empty highways, empty highways

Yeah, yeah, ay

I got pussy on my mind and I got pussy on my lips

I got gas inside the wip, just in case a nigga trip

Tell a hater "quit bitch" and get the fuck up off my dick

Niggas still talking but we killing them all

I'm always smoked up, I hate taking pictures in malls

Shut the fuck up

Niggas don't rap, they just mumbling shit

Sold twenty thousand records call it numbers and shit, but

Who am I to judge, I'm on the come up and shit

I know you boyfriend don't like me, what a bummer little bitch

Tech's got the weed, smell like ciggies and shit

This that new wave I mean who jiggy than this?

This a third world country but y'all act like it's not

That's the first fuckin' problem y'all be making a lot

Take them fake chains off dawg

Oh it's gold plated if you say so dawg

Shooter got the gamma on the beats

No trampolines but it's still jumping in the streets

Now do you wanna roll with me?

Say do you wanna roll with me? (Yo, I can't sing but bare with me)

I feel... so delighted

It's 4:30 in the morning and I cruising down empty highways

People on the street, now they looking at me sideways

When I'm looking on the mirror all I see is empty highways

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