Lyrics 7 Pm In Gold Coast - Nate Barksdale

I got you, I got you
You don't got to worry

She don't wanna got to give the push
She just wanna guy that opens doors
Yeah You know I had my reservation
I don't know what we waiting for

She don't wanna beat around the bush
Want me to beat around the bush
Only thing small was the talk
Got full before the first course

Now we Walking outside with the Kush
I'm talking that shit you tell me shh
They don't got to know our situation
Don't you know the wound is still sore

She don't wanna *mtah pssh
Finally they call us for our table
They sit us down we share the menu
But still I'm thinking bout our little issue

It isn't little no I do admit it
One dinner isn't gonna fix it
But if it's silence we're gonna sit in
We coulda done this in the kitchen
At home

We really could have just like done this at home
I got those veggie burgers and those tater tots
Ya know those little tater tots you like
I got those

I'll pick it up when the check come
Tip the waiter and maybe then some
Check desert if you deserve some
We got into it over income

Put it all into a silly dream
Oh shit here the waiter come
Order chocolate with a little cream
Too obsessed with the finer things

I forgot what to even talk about
Over dinner that I'm paying for
Spitting game bout her credit score
What the fuck we even playing for

And I know I should offer services
Stead I write another verse again
Told me maybe I should engineer
Or even be a dope producer

Snake eyes like Medusa
Oxtail better suits ya
You want everything you ask for
Half empty but the glass poured

Read your mind but you wrote it off
Everything you like I coulda bought
Except the time that we spent together
Maybe next time I'll get a watch

You don't like this
Okay send it back
No no no its cool send it back
I got you