GNarly - Intellectual

[Intro]

(It's awful to feel to great, almost everything and feeling)

(It makes me feel worthless, unhappy and shut down)

(I could cope with it, but I’ve been trying to feel—)

[Chorus]

Blame it all on me, she gon' say that it's my fault

Blame it all me this, bitch tryna get in my thoughts

Keep on playing with me, pull up spraying shit like Lysol

No complaining to me, when these bullets turn ya' lights off

Blame it on me, she gon' blame it on me

What you saying to me?

You was tryna lay in with me

But I ain't no dummy, bitch just want my money

Bullets to your neck, Ted Bundy

Denim from outside the country

Acting like he want some from me

Spin your block like laundry

That bitch say she sorry, bitch shut up and slob me

Off a tab, i'm gnarly riding in a fucking harlеy

Got more gas than Bob Marley

R.I.P. Marty

Don't try and be a smarty 'causе I got it in the party

Told that boy when i'm outside, he won't show up he tardy

Ghost that hoe what can I say?

All these bitches boring and she call me ignorant

Well the sun comes up in the morning

[Verse]

Bullets he can't digest

He don't wanna die yet

Have you ever seen a choppa boy?

Aim it where yo' eye at

Niggas know I been a trapper, boy

Have you ever seen a trapper cry?

She told you she ain't see me before, I wonder why she gotta lie

Why she lying, yeah

Sometimes I just feel like crying

I don't wanna think bout' dying

Huh, bae you glow so hard i'm blinded