Roca Bye Baby (feat. Olita)

Seafood Sam, man

My boy, Mad, say this that elevator music

So we gonna just ride

Yeah, uh

Look

My metaphors open heaven doors

This like alcohol poured on open sores

I'm high, off shrooms in a room with a bitch that looks like Rita Ora mixed with Demi Moore

Look, if the boat don't row I still float to shore

The job never done until the bag secure

That's why my wolves hunting for it

Pinky to the gum since it numb so you know it's pure

Man, Seafood Sam so damn arrogant

Got the tunnel vision trait thanks to aunt Harriet

Fist fighting the bear until I'm wearing 'em

After the battle I laugh about it with Barrington

I'm the villain, hide your children

Had your show randomly clapping, no rhythm

So much cheddar in my pocket, I got mold in 'em

See this is grown folks music, **** why yo nose in it?

I make one turn a two

Then two turn a three

My family gotta eat, I'm only playing for keeps

The strong never sleep and the weak never eat

Roca Bye Baby as soon as you see that G

I'm just making sure my soldiers right

Cause for that paper them **** is working overnight

My nephew too, I gotta show him light

The gun range at 5 so he don't gotta fight

This lullaby

Is for you my child

This love of mine

Your face forever my strife

Listen to this song when you have the time

Oh, with this lullaby is

Oh, oh, this lullaby

Cause

From time to time, he leaves my side and I

I stay inside, near, near, besides

Thinking what's inside this

Why you so pretty, see

The way you handle me, yeah

Boy, you scandals palm trees

Thinking you still got me

Boy you scandals, palm trees

Thinking you still got me

Let's get back to me

Please get back to me

Back to me

Back to me

(All my babies come by with me)

(Oh my baby, come fly with me)

(All my babies come ride with me)

(Oh, my baby come vibe with me)

(All my babies come vibe with me)

(Oh, my baby get high with me)