Get Pulled Over - Intellectual

Only know my own

There’s three kings one brings gold

Yeah my head thinks it knows

She slaps it out of me and I’m back in the cold

My car on the road

Fuck what I was told

There’s no right way to go

With the pedal to the metal ’til I get pulled over

Smoking on my porch and thinking bout my neighbors

Blacked out last night off party favors

Four different lokos four different flavors

If you can't tell

I don’t give a fuck about the neighbors

If you can't tell

I don’t give a fuck about the neighbors