Tumble - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Unseen]

Getting in the way of the past

Pulling out quick but I'm making it last

Love's like shit so I'm breaking it fast

I dont want another one to fade through to blast

So I'm picking out a better one to case in the glass

Sixteen bars ain't the way to pass through the blades of the grass

So I'm spanking that ass. uh

Everybody faking their wrath. what? Ah!

So sick and lonely, I dont wanna train another homie Obi

I'm not gay but homie hold me

What'd you say? not only old me

But me right now got it on with cold feet

Would me right now get it on? Well show me

Bitch, I ain't really in the mood to go to jail

But if you fuck around we'll throw heat

Its all tumbling...

Down, down, down

I never had a god damn clue, what the fuck I supposed to do

I was just winging it, hoping for the best

Not knowing I'd be handed a tool

Of course I bitched out, I wasn't even cool

I wasn't gonna take a gun inside of my school

I wasn't gonna run up on some fucking fool

Grab his shit and run, sell it to a fucking dude. nah

I don't even give a fuck about what they think

Imma light my weed, sit back pour a drink

Imma vent a little, in the lines sealed with ink

Imma murder another rapper, add a chain to my link

Wait...link to my chain, no chain to my name

I don't even have a fucking name in the game

Chasing the fame, no hates where I came