THYME

SeaWorld, SeaWorld, SeaWorld SeaWorld, SeaWorld, SeaWorld SeaWorld, SeaWorld, SeaWorld Doesn't taste good Doesn't taste good Well Mic check A one and two a three to clear my stress Riot typing on the Notes app I don't write shit Pilot snakes up on the plane Check the flight list, Don't mean it in a mean way when I'm calling you my bitch, See it through my iris Why you f*ck up my bliss Heart done caught the cold lately, it acting just like my wrist, Slow it down and digress, Finish chewing digest My ex bitch way too dangerous Got connections with ISIS What the f*ck do you know What the f*ck do I know? Sample when we fucking cause this biddy hitting high notes I've been on my high horse Higher than the skies go You a little short sighted you're built just like a blind dwarf Owls woods how I roll, Make her hit an eyeroll Don't want to be viral But pay me for my vinyl Going down the spiral, I don't got no pride hoe, and all them want the seasoning but I don't got the thyme hoe