Burnt Out - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Type shit that'll make you breathe out flames

Type shit that'll make you forget the pain

Type shit that'll make you think that you're to blame

Type shit that'll make you think about fame

I'm on fire, burnt out, but I'm still making sounds

I won't ever quit even if we're dying all around

I'm a lost soul on my way and trying to be found

If the bitch ain't do pilates then I want her in the ground

Yeah, I want her in the ground

I ain't kill her just yet, I'ma have her riding mount

I'm gonna have more money than I can even count

I'ma have all the dollars, yens, and all of the pounds

Lacking a lot of good qualities, think I need them now

But it all takes time, like when you hit your first foul

I put in effort like I'm swimming upstream, Nile

Free Melly, Thug and Tory, delete them files

Type shit that'll make you breathe out flames

Type shit that'll make you forget the pain

Type shit that'll make you think that you're to blame

Type shit that'll make you think about fame

I'm on fire, burnt out, but I'm still making sounds

I won't ever quit even if we're dying all around

I'm a lost soul on my way and trying to be found

If the bitch ain't do pilates then I want her in the ground

Say we cool but you hate me, know it's secretly

Everybody hating on me, ain't discretely

We all make our own decisions, it ain't freely

All the poor people ain't even got tea leaves

Trying to start a franchise, ain't trying to start a cult

This like the medieval times, our problems catapult

For Bryson Tiller, I had to change the line to "You're to blame"

The third chorus line was supposed to say "You think you're Bane"

Type shit that'll make you breathe out flames

Type shit that'll make you forget the pain

Type shit that'll make you think that you're to blame

I'm on fire, burnt out, but I'm still making sounds