7:00 Bryson Tiller

[Verse 1]
Okay, word then (Word then)
He ain't workin', I pull up urgently and 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 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, "Is you comin' over?"
Movin' too fast, we could take things slower

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Oh, 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

[Chorus]
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, I tell 'em all and I tell 'em all
Nah, you don't need no substitute, I got you (Don't need no substitute, nah)
I got you, tell them all and I tell 'em 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 goin' 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')