seven seas Lyrics

That bitch thought that she can leave me in the past

She a joke, but I made her bigger bag on the road

Keep a hating nigga mad on the low

Will they benefit off that never know

Imma go and get this cash, on the floor

With this fuckin' pen and pad I'm the goat

When you put it in a stash, get some more

I'm just cooling with the staff like the Pope

I don't need no attachments

I'm out on leave for the winner

I left a leaf in the casket

Feelin' grief with the baggage

I leave debris up in the mattress

The seven seas get departed

Only we could imagine

She fill my tea up with the passion

Then we proceed to the palace

Know it lead to disaster

I mean, I'm tryna stay focused, but shit she keep me distracted

I'ma keep on pushin', that's why my keys automatic

I saw her message got the delivered, kept receipts to the package

And yeah, I know I said I need you

Bitch I was being sarcastic

Overseas with the baddest

I'm overseeing niggas habits

I make her fein like Travis

I'm expressin' myself, I know it's seen as a talent

But I just really need balance, shit

Man, I'm serious, do that shit, then tell him, now you mysterious

Expeditions in Essentials hoodies, God ain't never put no fear in it

Bitch, I do this shit for me, your opinion, not hearing it

I don't do the middleman, scheming up in a pyramid

With Egyptian Goddesses probably gon need a year to sit

Honestly, time to think

Lyrics pouring like a faucet, hid the pill behind the sink

Weather real hot, cold sweats, head chilly

Man, I might just get my mind a mink

Treat me like somebody, she keep acting like she signed to Tink

But I just think that we need time to speak

Maybe in the next life

Nigga want a feature, that's prenup to a ex-wife

I could lose it all and still would bet up on myself twice

Bitch, I'm on that shit when Wiz and Curren$y made jet life

Jet stripes in the fuckin' sky, but I was too high up on the next flight

You could probably be my son, I don't got one

Two of me, and I would still be the top one

I ain't even have a voice, so I bought one

I mean a microphone where I could write the wrongs

And then make it good, and then like the tone

I've been shittin' lately, I mean, I commode

I mean, have a thought, and then write a song

Niggas friendly, cops, I mean ride along

Your bitch waitin' on me, wait till I get home

I mean, ride it out, and then hide the phone

She been hiding out, want a nicer home

Niggas empty hands, tryna bite a bone

Said she changed her mind, she smelt my cologne

I mean, you could try, I'd advise you don't

I got green thumbs, tryna find a gnome

I don't need one, that's why I'm alone

She like my flow, cause her nigga don't got it

My shit too wavy, his shit be one topic

I changed my cadence and now I'm melodic

Don't gotta fake it, I never been botted

I could drop every day, but I've been plottin

Might change my name to Forever Bin Laden

When you go up watch them niggas go gothic

Born in the snow, but my heart in the tropics

I don't do beef, boy you lame nigga stop it

She want my soul, want part of me

I'm the head of office, you can't pardon me

Don't give me your heart, I'll clog yo artery

New dimension, parallel isosceles

It was me and AJ, Bron and Austin Reeves

I need cheddar, feta, gouda, cottage cheese

I don't of ask of nothing but your honesty

In the hotel lobby left her Honda Keys

Then I got to thinking it'd be hard to see

Like, do she like my music? Is she fond of me

But I would never know, she playing obviously

Playin' dirty games with all these pretty women

I been livin' reckless, it's my odyssey

Now she can take it there or she can take it all

And that's what make it dangerous, highway robbery

Walk me to the elevator, held my hand

And then she asked me why he never talk to me

I'm thinkin' in my head, I got a girl at home

And I been gone too long, and now I gotta leave

Know I'm doing wrong, but this shit feel so good

I gotta change my ways, the devil watching me

And I hate to say it, that I love you both

But I can't have you either, so I drop the seed, nigga what