Empty House - Intellectual

[Intro]

I once had a man tell me I was good for a woman

My anatomy has no effect on my ability

Do you know what's next?

You judge and downplay everything that I do just because I don't have the same parts as you

And it's not fair, just fuck off

Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, fuck off

Fuck

Belittle me, diminish me, tell me what I am

Hypocritic bitch, I don't wanna hold your hand

Undervalued, underrated, underestimated

You only see the art I make but not how it's created

And I'm selling an empty house to a man who doesn't exist

I am selling an empty house, just scars, makeup, tits

You run your mouth, talkin' shit, do you wanna go there?

I've had you once on your knees, like you're saying prayers

I don't wanna hear you speak, your words are irrelevant

Everybody knows you're insecure, it's fuckin' evident

And I'm selling an empty house to a man who doesn't exist

I am selling an empty house, just scars, makeup, tits

Augh

You just wanna fuck me, you don't really wanna love me

And if you try to touch me it'd make me feel disgusting

Your ego's all a fraud and your confidence is fake

Any piece of criticism, you would fucking break

I could let you do this to me, but I won't let you do it to others

I will not make myself smaller to hide who the fuck you are

You can tell me it's my fault, and that his blood is on my hands

But you can't mix the blame on this one, bitch

I am not your fucking mother

This space is not a privilege

It's my God-given right