Roca Bye Baby

[Intro]
Seafood Sam, man
My boy, [?] , say this that elevator music
So we gonna just ride
[Verse]
My metaphors open heaven doors
This like alcohol poured on open [?]
I'm high, off shrooms in a room with a bitch that looks like Rita Ora mixed with [?]
Look, if the boat don't row I still float to shore
The job never done until the bag secure