Seven Day Love Belly (Ft. Ashanti)

[Verse 1: Belly]
You used to hit my phone to make a dick appointment
Used to tell me he was nothing but a disappointment
Used to watch him suffer for your own enjoyment
And he would send you checks for nothing like its unemployment
Back to the streets that I roam like Caesar's home
I sleep alone don't need a throne to each his own
She's cold my sheets cold I dream alone
Invested in her but now she'd rather be alone
I keep a black rose that in the back of a black Rolls
That I use like a black hearse no church just black clothes
Hold up, I lay back and took the last sip
I told her my dick taste like the last bitch
Pic reveal, this shit is real
And if these drugs don't kill me I swear these bitches will
Your picture on my windowsill I just get the chills
But somethin's missin' from the picture still

[Hook: Belly & Ashanti]
Layin' in this bed I don't even sleep
Summer come around we don't even speak
Say you goin' away I don't even reach ya
Seven day love got me feelin' weak
Oh lord
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord
Oh lord