Album Cover 7:00

7:00

Bryson Tiller

5

Okay, word then (word then)

He ain′t workin', I pull up urgently in person (huh)

Kiss through the phone first, how the tone work?I was hurt then, only pickin′ up the phone for the homework

They was mad when they said that it won't work

Mad 'cause the drop-top crashed, it′s a loaner

Breakfast in the morning, Larenz, Love Jones

I told her, "seven o′clock when you last came over"

2:00 a.m. now and I know you ain't sober

Sleepin′ alone and your man can't hold ya

But baby, I can, tell your man, "Game over"

Shows ain′t over, the plans ain't over

Wanna sit back, watch a young man take over

I′m gon' ask, "Would you come over?"

Movin' too fast, we could take things slower

Ooh, na-na

But if you knew better girl

From the way it looks, you got it under control

Let me know (let me know, yeah)

Be honest

I don′t know if they fuck with you, like I do (I don′t know if they fuck with you like)

Like I do, tell 'em all now, tell ′em all now

You don't need no substitute

I got you (don′t need no substitute, nah)

I got you, tell them all now, tell them all now

Who is that? You been soul searching

Who is that? He seems so nervous

As he should, I been so determined

And I'm, shows over, close the curtains and I′m-

No, no, he ain't knowin' this real

Pardon me, I had to interfere

(Yeah, it′s seven o′clock on the dot in the drop-top)

(And the cockblocks, not on my watch, I, I)

(Wanna do some')

West coast drive way (freaky), hit the high way

Shawty pick the time, place, you know I′m on my way

Girl, I'm here for you, ain′t no question

I'm advisin′, it's time that I teach him a lesson

You know the name B-R, why not give me a S-O-N?

He don't get it with shit, baby, that′s on him

The crown lack luster when it′s set on him

Don't mind if I come take that from him

And you call me as soon as you left from him

Now I know why you give no respect to him

This is all for the rep, baby

I won′t let nobody, let nobody, no, no, no, no, no

I know you think it's all the same song

But it′s not the same song

That I wrote to you (yeah)

Yeah, yeah (alright, alright, I seen the plot, be honest)

I don't know if they fuck with you, like I do (I don′t know if they fuck with you like)

Like I do, tell 'em all now, tell 'em all now

Nah, you don′t need no substitute

I got you (don′t need no substitute, nah)

I got you, tell them all now, tell them all now

Who is that? You been soul searching

Who is that? He seems so nervous

As he should, I been so determined

And I'm, shows over, close the curtains, and I′m-

No, no, he ain't knowin′ this real

Pardon me, I had to interfere

(Yeah, it's seven o′clock on the dot in the drop-top)

(And the cockblocks, not on my watch, I, I)