Waldo, The SEVENth - Channel 8 lyrics

One direction where I'm going
Fans screaming like one
Direction is performin'
Same shit on my timeline, as I keep scrolling
See they need that attention
To feel important
Let me fill you in, these men is getting old
But they ain't growing like they hit puberty
Didn't notice
I lead by example, staying focused
Put the ear to my heartbeat she
Said is that flying lotus?
I know when I'm a champion
With or without a trophy
I came a long way from
Those days on Orlando's sofa
I'm thinking clearly now though 6 out
Of 7 days I'm sober
I don't even talk down on my
Old bitches because it's over
She said you geeked up, shout out to uber
Wrote some ill shit
Found this beat on my dad's computer
I was stuck in my past until I
Found out I was the future
No drama no drama I knew things
Where gonna change shout out Obama

You, you love the supplier, the devils
A liar, simply a jester, to the sire
You just a buyer
This shit is easy I do this in recliners
I'm right up behind ya
And we back like niggas rewinders
Black like hotel Rwanda
Who to? Who's you? Might need
Not lies if you really
Trying to move how I move you big pussy
Just show me throw it back like you owe me
Hold my stacks like we homies
Throw it back like you owe me
But in public no you don't know me
If it's written I ain't trippin'
Unless I dropped one uh
On enough tracks I burn racks so proper
On a high note like opera but
I'm down to earth like casa's
There's a war going on outside
In the jungle La Mufasa
I'm good with produce and pastas
No blood no where in my diet
My crew reproducing like monsters
(It's a full moon tonight?)
This church coppin' these choirs
Be on Earth Wind and Fire
On a quest for oneself, let's riot we
(Wyatt?)

One direction, where you going
Where you been is what they
Ask cause they don't know
The unknown is what makes
The heart grow fonder
It make the mind wonder I been alone
For a summer but I'm doing better
Still treat yourself like a
Dumpster negative mind set
Will set you back like a studder
Sticky green in the wrap you
Ever seen flubber on fire?
Before you fuck wrap a rubber
Cause some of these
Women liars sell you something
They ain't supplying
Hard to tell so most of the
Time I just deny it
That shit be hard cause some of
These bitches be the finest
But better safe than sorry
Why catch a cab when you
Could wait and drive Ferrari's?
Sometimes I sit back and think about Omari
Like where them niggas I hung with?
It's funny how you never leave
What you come with
But, I never forgot y'all just
The case that y'all did