oprah - Intellectual

[Intro]

This a murder song, a murder song

Yeah, this a murder song, a murder song

Every time you leave me, man I get so emotional

Man I’m so, emotional

I think I'm getting emotional

Guess I’m so emotional

Yeah yeah yeah (Damn, I’m with fckboi, and you know that I be killin’ shit)

Yeah, yeah boom, clap, blitz, blatt

[?] on me, leather on me

Lights flash, cameras out, ready and nobody told me

Niggas smiling in my face, and looking like they want a song

Feeling like I’m knowing shit, I’m feeling like nobody told me

Feelin' different, feelin' a lot of shit, I don’t know how to feel

Bhad Bhabie on Doctor Phil, I wonder how she feel

Ask me questions just like Oprah, I'm not older, don’t like Oprah

Why she always knowing business, when nobody fucking told her?

Don’t trust that shit, don’t trust that bitch, I don’t trust anybody

Yeah they behind me, they beside me, they not in my body

They say they know me, that the old me, they ain’t grow up with me

I’m in the tub, I’m pouring up, I’m feeling like Whitney, Bobbie Brown

They around, I been hearing things

Besides the point, I don’t know, I don’t feel nothing

That’s a problem, I can’t stop it, life is full of change

Know for certain, bitch I’m working, know my mama see it

(See it)

No one wanna see it, yeah

No one wanna see it, huh, yeah

No one want, wait, no one wanna see it, uh-, no one wanna see it