Adele - Intellectual

[Intro]

Uh-huh

Okay, I'll take down your credit card number right now, then

And we'll have that right for ya, if you wanna give me that

I use cash

You use cash? Oh, how convenient, yes

I gotta eat, guy, what do you think of that?

You gotta eat what, eat 96 fucking pounds of ribs? Yeah

You wanna leg wrestle? Get together?

Yeah, I'll fucking leg wrestle, you shut the fuck up

ZeroWorld

[Hook: tropes]

Ah, like a door on the side of a mill

Don't know what I wanna do, I'll go to hell

Music got me dancing like Adele

Green fit, Koopa Troopa with a shell

I want more, I want more

But they keep on saying that I'm done for

I want more, why you treat me like a tug of war

Let it last, TV screen with the bomb port

[Verse 1: tropes]

That's the last time I tell a bro to fucking text me

Respect me, that's all that I ask for but it's ten sheets

Try to paint the picture like an artist, you're the enemy

Pretend to be what everybody wants and you lose everything

You lost a clique, you lost your friends now

Started shit, but it's no fault but your own

You leave it up to the phone, and it's not if you're alone

You pick and choose all the time, I just be waiting in line

[Interlude]

Fucking waste my time with 96 fucking reports of spare ribs, okay? I know you're trying to have fun, but

Hey

Seriously, fucking think about it, okay? We're [?]

[Verse 2: Mason Infinity]

Yeah, I listened to your song, I think it's boring

When you turn your music on I'm fucking snoring

When I'm off a couple pills I feel like soaring

I feel like clarifying I don't do drugs

Take a step back, I don't even think that

Yeah, I'm with my boy and we ain't even look back

Find a new way, I'm the cool way

See me right, right, right, see me escape