360 by Saba Lyrics
[Verse 1]
If I let you pimp my page
Will I get paid?
Or will I just get made fun of
For numbers of reasons of fear of defeating
If I sound like checks, do I get checks? (Ay)
Or will I just get played?
Check and mate
Crate and barrel
Buy a home, start a family
It's hard romancing
When love is in a new state each night
And all our exes white
Promise room and board in-flight
I want to enter your mind
I want to to the entire
US of A, if I sign the page
Don't sell me no white lie
Won't settle for no light
Be careful when it's time
To sign the dotted lines
360s 365
P. Diddys, ebonies and vibes
We busy split the divide
We the divine, B
Careful when you are told
No creativity control
You fuck around, get shelfed
You fuck round, be stealth mode
You fuck round, can't write your album
They fuck around, get exposed
You went to the bank to withdraw
As quick as it come in it goes, it's gone (It's gone)
[Chorus]
I don't want you, I don't need you
But you're in my head
You're in my head
You're in my head
They don't need to, but they feed you
Now you're in my head
You're in my head
You're in my head
And they show you all the lies
And you think of all the lives
You can change me for the price
It's negotiated
You supposed to pay it
[Verse 2]
If I let you pimp my soul
Is my story told?
Or will I just have shit that I don't want?
Not to brag, or boast, or flaunt
I wish passion was enough
I wish fashion was just fun
Like, what's in my closet?
Just a deposit
I don't desire to have attire
Worn by entire continents
To start a trend, 2Pac, a pen
Apocalypse, the coliseum
Put that on TMZ
Promoting your older reptilian
Bipolar, I told her I'm different
They only think y'all want an idiot
And it won't be me
Who they want, they split like Jodeci
But I won't let them make more than me
Your fortune's unfortunately in the hand of an elder man
Who is telling you you shoe in
And wants to profit off you?
And them, what's the pension?
It's just pimpin' to get you and get you
It's still happening
Still, that penmanship need practice
For when that signature for talents
Exchanged for business in your palace
You moved your mother to a mansion
I got it, I got it
My money, my pocket
My lawyer, my lighter
That's soul, mind, body
[Chorus]
I don't want you, I don't need you
But you're in my head
You're in my head
You're in my head
They don't need to, but they feed you
Now you're in my head
You're in my head
You're in my head
And they show you all the lies
And you think of all the lives
You can change me for the price
It's negotiated
You supposed to pay it
If I let you pimp my page
Will I get paid?
Or will I just get made fun of
For numbers of reasons of fear of defeating
If I sound like checks, do I get checks? (Ay)
Or will I just get played?
Check and mate
Crate and barrel
Buy a home, start a family
It's hard romancing
When love is in a new state each night
And all our exes white
Promise room and board in-flight
I want to enter your mind
I want to to the entire
US of A, if I sign the page
Don't sell me no white lie
Won't settle for no light
Be careful when it's time
To sign the dotted lines
360s 365
P. Diddys, ebonies and vibes
We busy split the divide
We the divine, B
Careful when you are told
No creativity control
You fuck around, get shelfed
You fuck round, be stealth mode
You fuck round, can't write your album
They fuck around, get exposed
You went to the bank to withdraw
As quick as it come in it goes, it's gone (It's gone)
[Chorus]
I don't want you, I don't need you
But you're in my head
You're in my head
You're in my head
They don't need to, but they feed you
Now you're in my head
You're in my head
You're in my head
And they show you all the lies
And you think of all the lives
You can change me for the price
It's negotiated
You supposed to pay it
[Verse 2]
If I let you pimp my soul
Is my story told?
Or will I just have shit that I don't want?
Not to brag, or boast, or flaunt
I wish passion was enough
I wish fashion was just fun
Like, what's in my closet?
Just a deposit
I don't desire to have attire
Worn by entire continents
To start a trend, 2Pac, a pen
Apocalypse, the coliseum
Put that on TMZ
Promoting your older reptilian
Bipolar, I told her I'm different
They only think y'all want an idiot
And it won't be me
Who they want, they split like Jodeci
But I won't let them make more than me
Your fortune's unfortunately in the hand of an elder man
Who is telling you you shoe in
And wants to profit off you?
And them, what's the pension?
It's just pimpin' to get you and get you
It's still happening
Still, that penmanship need practice
For when that signature for talents
Exchanged for business in your palace
You moved your mother to a mansion
I got it, I got it
My money, my pocket
My lawyer, my lighter
That's soul, mind, body
[Chorus]
I don't want you, I don't need you
But you're in my head
You're in my head
You're in my head
They don't need to, but they feed you
Now you're in my head
You're in my head
You're in my head
And they show you all the lies
And you think of all the lives
You can change me for the price
It's negotiated
You supposed to pay it