Oh you told me, girl you told me
Could've sworn that you told me
Well, I'm tellin' you, I'm tellin' you
Now I ain't through, I ain't through
I, now I ain't through, I ain't through
I ain't done with you, yes sir
Aye, I say, with me it's different
Let me show you the difference
I just want you to listen now
(yeah, I love you, I love you)
I just want you to listen now
(yeah, I love you, I love you)
Can you tell the difference?
No, you can tell the difference
I say, with me it's difference
Baby, I know you see the difference
Bryson Tiller - T R A P S O U L Album Lyrics
Bryson Tiller - T R A P S O U L Lyrics
Writer: Joshua Scruggs, Bryson Tiller, Rob Holladay, Neil Dominique
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Let Em Know
Right now
You are now tuned in
Pen Griffey
I'm still going down
"Who is he"
Muthaf*cka' I'm him
[Hook:]
I'm coming back for good
So let them niggas know it's mines
I already got someone is what you tell 'em every time
That shit ain't up for grabs
Where you at on the map
I come to where you at
F*ck around and end up your last
I won't hold back
I won't hold back
It's about time I do it
It's about time I say this shit
Spent a lot of time on the waiting list
Roll up the doja then blaze that shit
Who gonna give you love an insane as this
A-game girl, I bring that shit
I know you want the same last name as him
Him being Tiller he a solid young nigga, he been real ever since
I know you been tense
I know we ain't had a conversation in a minute
But you know what they say
If it ain't broke then don't fix it, it's clearly not broken
It's just so unfinished
I feel like my new bitch was just your apprentice
So we just got into it, here comes the ending
You said this shit would happen girl, that was your prediction
Said I'd never find no one like you and I should of listened
Who you f*cking with now is that any of my business
Whoever it is may not be finished
But..
[Hook]
Hope you still feel the same way
Don't say the same shit to me you'll never change
Oh yeah
I said it wasn't straight, so fine
Can we do it like old times or nah, so fly
Oh why, didn't you
Tell me get my shit together and think it through
A nigga just was sitting here not knowing what to do
Thinking shit like who's out there f*cking with you and who's keeping you comfortable
She gon' give me a second chance or nah
Did I make you fall in love again or nah
F*ck them other niggas you're mine
Hey baby
Hey......
I'm so different
Nothing like them other niggas
Nothing like them other niggas
Nothing like them other niggas
Your so different
Nothing like them other bitches
Nothing like them other bitches
Nothing like them other bitches
Coming back for good so let them..
Niggas know it's mine..
Someone is what you tell 'em...
Every time
Every time
Every time........
You are now tuned in
Pen Griffey
I'm still going down
"Who is he"
Muthaf*cka' I'm him
[Hook:]
I'm coming back for good
So let them niggas know it's mines
I already got someone is what you tell 'em every time
That shit ain't up for grabs
Where you at on the map
I come to where you at
F*ck around and end up your last
I won't hold back
I won't hold back
It's about time I do it
It's about time I say this shit
Spent a lot of time on the waiting list
Roll up the doja then blaze that shit
Who gonna give you love an insane as this
A-game girl, I bring that shit
I know you want the same last name as him
Him being Tiller he a solid young nigga, he been real ever since
I know you been tense
I know we ain't had a conversation in a minute
But you know what they say
If it ain't broke then don't fix it, it's clearly not broken
It's just so unfinished
I feel like my new bitch was just your apprentice
So we just got into it, here comes the ending
You said this shit would happen girl, that was your prediction
Said I'd never find no one like you and I should of listened
Who you f*cking with now is that any of my business
Whoever it is may not be finished
But..
[Hook]
Hope you still feel the same way
Don't say the same shit to me you'll never change
Oh yeah
I said it wasn't straight, so fine
Can we do it like old times or nah, so fly
Oh why, didn't you
Tell me get my shit together and think it through
A nigga just was sitting here not knowing what to do
Thinking shit like who's out there f*cking with you and who's keeping you comfortable
She gon' give me a second chance or nah
Did I make you fall in love again or nah
F*ck them other niggas you're mine
Hey baby
Hey......
I'm so different
Nothing like them other niggas
Nothing like them other niggas
Nothing like them other niggas
Your so different
Nothing like them other bitches
Nothing like them other bitches
Nothing like them other bitches
Coming back for good so let them..
Niggas know it's mine..
Someone is what you tell 'em...
Every time
Every time
Every time........
Writer: BRYSON TILLER, ROBERT S. KELLY, JOSHUA SCRUGGS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Exchange
This what happen when I think about you
I get in my feelings, yeah
I start reminiscing, yeah
Next time around, f*ck I want it to be different, yeah
Waiting on a sign, guess it's time for a different prayer
Lord please save her for me, do this one favor for me
I had to change my play of ways got way to complicated for me
I hope she's waiting for me
Everywhere she go, they playin' my song
That's why I say the things that I say that way I know you can't ignore me
But so, so
[Hook:]
So gimme all of you in exchange for me
Just give me all of you in exchange for me, for me
Break it down, yeah
Yes sir, check
We use to lay up and then stay up
Have sex and then blow dank
I shouldn't have played no games with you, just levelled up my rank
Last time I saw you we ain't speak that was strange
Guess it's nothing I can do, man it's true, ex's change, yeah
Guess you changed for the better (better)
I know you know how to make me jealous
I was never loyal, let you tell it, yo
But I'm ready to fix it if you ready, baby
But so, so
[Hook:]
So gimme all of you in exchange for me
Just give me all of you in exchange for me, for me
For real shawty
Yeah I know
Yeah, is you at 2 Keys or Tin Roof?
Turn up with young Tiller, we just getting loose
Maybe, I'm lowkey feelin' you, don't be cynical
I'ma f*ck you over, wanna f*ck you over then again the truth
Cause I ain't really here to start problems
Girl I swear to God though, hoes can't never say they got him
Know how bad you wanna tell 'em "Don't try him"
I don't wanna tell him, let's surprise him
I don't wanna get into it, why you stressin' him, I've been drivin'
Back and fourth, from Louisville to Lexington, mileage
On the whip, got your ass on my grip, college
Make you wanna strip for them dollars
Nah girl I got a job for you, swear to God I can do a lot for you
Saw you strollin' through the campus, I had to stop for you
I was scrollin' through the 'gram, girl, I had to follow you
Say wassup witchu? You got my soul
I get in my feelings, yeah
I start reminiscing, yeah
Next time around, f*ck I want it to be different, yeah
Waiting on a sign, guess it's time for a different prayer
Lord please save her for me, do this one favor for me
I had to change my play of ways got way to complicated for me
I hope she's waiting for me
Everywhere she go, they playin' my song
That's why I say the things that I say that way I know you can't ignore me
But so, so
[Hook:]
So gimme all of you in exchange for me
Just give me all of you in exchange for me, for me
Break it down, yeah
Yes sir, check
We use to lay up and then stay up
Have sex and then blow dank
I shouldn't have played no games with you, just levelled up my rank
Last time I saw you we ain't speak that was strange
Guess it's nothing I can do, man it's true, ex's change, yeah
Guess you changed for the better (better)
I know you know how to make me jealous
I was never loyal, let you tell it, yo
But I'm ready to fix it if you ready, baby
But so, so
[Hook:]
So gimme all of you in exchange for me
Just give me all of you in exchange for me, for me
For real shawty
Yeah I know
Yeah, is you at 2 Keys or Tin Roof?
Turn up with young Tiller, we just getting loose
Maybe, I'm lowkey feelin' you, don't be cynical
I'ma f*ck you over, wanna f*ck you over then again the truth
Cause I ain't really here to start problems
Girl I swear to God though, hoes can't never say they got him
Know how bad you wanna tell 'em "Don't try him"
I don't wanna tell him, let's surprise him
I don't wanna get into it, why you stressin' him, I've been drivin'
Back and fourth, from Louisville to Lexington, mileage
On the whip, got your ass on my grip, college
Make you wanna strip for them dollars
Nah girl I got a job for you, swear to God I can do a lot for you
Saw you strollin' through the campus, I had to stop for you
I was scrollin' through the 'gram, girl, I had to follow you
Say wassup witchu? You got my soul
Writer: Bryson Tiller, Michael Hernandez, Richard Duran, Tray Samuels
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
For However Long
Bless up
There's some bad bitches out there that I really wanna sex up
They'll probably only let me f*ck 'cause I'm next up
Got me feelin' like the nigga now, yessir
Runnin' through 'em, lookin' for a down bitch
It's like lookin' for them hitters on SoundClick
Hopin' someone else ain't already killed it
Wait up, for real, you exclusive I found it
Baby, say it's true
I don't wanna have to wait on you
These are things I gotta say to you
Make me feel irreplaceable
Baby, 'cause I can't call it
You f*ck with other niggas, I won't even bother
Young poppa, tell 'em who taught you
Let me put my stamp on it, let me crop all them other niggas
Out the picture, I say f*ck them other niggas
Won't you say it with me?
My homeboy left the crib to me, baby, you should stay with me
For as long as I'm here, baby that's okay with me
For as long as you want, baby, that's okay with me
For as long as you want, baby, that's okay with me
How does it sound? Sound?
F*ck it girl, come spend the night with me
Say whatever, just don't lie to me
Stepping out, know I want you on the side of me
Mama, you could come work, full-time with me
Roll through in the Bimmer, get inside
'Til the wheels fall off, that's how long you can ride with me
Yeah, that's word to Stephen Garrett, come ride with me
(Yeah, yeah)
Say it one more time for you
These are things I gotta say to you
Make me feel irreplaceable
Yeah, yeah
There's some bad bitches out there that I really wanna sex up
They'll probably only let me f*ck 'cause I'm next up
Got me feelin' like the nigga now, yessir
Runnin' through 'em, lookin' for a down bitch
It's like lookin' for them hitters on SoundClick
Hopin' someone else ain't already killed it
Wait up, for real, you exclusive I found it
Baby, say it's true
I don't wanna have to wait on you
These are things I gotta say to you
Make me feel irreplaceable
Baby, 'cause I can't call it
You f*ck with other niggas, I won't even bother
Young poppa, tell 'em who taught you
Let me put my stamp on it, let me crop all them other niggas
Out the picture, I say f*ck them other niggas
Won't you say it with me?
My homeboy left the crib to me, baby, you should stay with me
For as long as I'm here, baby that's okay with me
For as long as you want, baby, that's okay with me
For as long as you want, baby, that's okay with me
How does it sound? Sound?
F*ck it girl, come spend the night with me
Say whatever, just don't lie to me
Stepping out, know I want you on the side of me
Mama, you could come work, full-time with me
Roll through in the Bimmer, get inside
'Til the wheels fall off, that's how long you can ride with me
Yeah, that's word to Stephen Garrett, come ride with me
(Yeah, yeah)
Say it one more time for you
These are things I gotta say to you
Make me feel irreplaceable
Yeah, yeah
Writer: Brian Defeo, Bryson Tiller, Larry Troutman, Reginald Moore, Robert Henley, Roger Troutman, Shirley Murdock, Donald DeGrate
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Dont
Don't
Don't play with her don't be dishonest
Still not understanding this logic
Aye, I'm back and I'm better
I want you bad as ever
Don't let me just let up
I want to give you better
Baby it's whatever
Somebody gotta step up
Girl I'm that somebody
So I'm Next up
Be damned if I let him catch up
It's easy to see that you're fed up
I am on a whole 'nother level
Girl he only f*cked you over cause you let him
F*ck em girl I guess he didn't know any better
Girl that man didn't show any effort
Do all I can just to show you you're special
Certain it's your love that holds me together
Lately you say he been killin the vibe
Gotta be sick of this guy
Pull up, Skurt
Get in the ride
Left hand is steering the other is gripping your thigh
Light up a spliff and get high
Shawty you deserve what you been missing
Looking at you I'm thinking he must be tripping
Play this song for him tell him just listen
Don't
(Play this song for him...)
Don't
Girl, said he keeps on playing games and his loving ain't the same
I don't know what to say-ay but
What a shame
If you were mine you would not get the same
If you were mine you would top everything
Suicide in the drop switching lanes
And that thang so fire baby no propane
Got good pussy girl can I be framed
To keep it 100 girl I ain't no saint
But he the only reason that I'm feeling this way
Giving you the world baby when you get space
Pen game get me laid, baby that's penetrate
Oh baby
Don't
(Ey)
H-Town got a nigga so throwed
Po' up we can party some mo'
Yeah got this drink in my cup
Got a young nigga feeling so throwed
Spit fire and the world so cold
Young money got a nigga feeling old
Spit fire and the world so cold
H-Town got me feeling so throwed
H-Town got me feeling so throwed
Raw paint in the sip can it fold
H-Town got me feeling so throwed
Spit fire and the world so cold
H-Town got a nigga so throwed
Don't
Don't play with her don't be dishonest
Still not understanding this logic
Aye, I'm back and I'm better
I want you bad as ever
Don't let me just let up
I want to give you better
Baby it's whatever
Somebody gotta step up
Girl I'm that somebody
So I'm Next up
Be damned if I let him catch up
It's easy to see that you're fed up
I am on a whole 'nother level
Girl he only f*cked you over cause you let him
F*ck em girl I guess he didn't know any better
Girl that man didn't show any effort
Do all I can just to show you you're special
Certain it's your love that holds me together
Lately you say he been killin the vibe
Gotta be sick of this guy
Pull up, Skurt
Get in the ride
Left hand is steering the other is gripping your thigh
Light up a spliff and get high
Shawty you deserve what you been missing
Looking at you I'm thinking he must be tripping
Play this song for him tell him just listen
Don't
(Play this song for him...)
Don't
Girl, said he keeps on playing games and his loving ain't the same
I don't know what to say-ay but
What a shame
If you were mine you would not get the same
If you were mine you would top everything
Suicide in the drop switching lanes
And that thang so fire baby no propane
Got good pussy girl can I be framed
To keep it 100 girl I ain't no saint
But he the only reason that I'm feeling this way
Giving you the world baby when you get space
Pen game get me laid, baby that's penetrate
Oh baby
Don't
(Ey)
H-Town got a nigga so throwed
Po' up we can party some mo'
Yeah got this drink in my cup
Got a young nigga feeling so throwed
Spit fire and the world so cold
Young money got a nigga feeling old
Spit fire and the world so cold
H-Town got me feeling so throwed
H-Town got me feeling so throwed
Raw paint in the sip can it fold
H-Town got me feeling so throwed
Spit fire and the world so cold
H-Town got a nigga so throwed
Don't
Writer: Bryan Cox, Bryson Tiller, Isom Stewart, Jermaine Dupri, Johnta Austin, Mariah Carey, Tavoris Hollins
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., ESCC 2 PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., ESCC 2 PUBLISHING
Open Interlude
Now's the time to just clear the air
Put this shit back in motion
Put this shit back in motion
Now you finally open, I'm just tryna be only
We been ashin' our roaches
Throw them shits in a bowl and (smoke that shit up)
Rollin' one and mow, now we fired up
Now we both lookin' high as f*ck
I been waitin', but time is up
You ain't look me in the eye once
F*ck it, out you in 5 months
You ain't gotta be shy girl if...
Hol' up
You don't know how much
You've helped me grow, you've helped me grow, baby, yeah
You don't know how much I've been tryna show you
I know you failed me though
Ooh, girl I saw this comin'
Don't wanna act all nonchalant, that would mean
That everything we talked about was all for nothin'
Ohh, girl I've been soo afraid
Mmm, hmmm, mmm
Mmm, hmmm, mmm
Baby I've been sufferin', does that mean nothin'?
That's gotta mean somethin'
Baby I would go insane for your love
F*ck what your friends say, cause that gotta mean somethin'
This became a little bit too much
Gotta watch my intake, that's gotta mean somethin'
Gotta mean somethin'
(This how it goin', put that shit back in motion)
(Now I got yo ass open)
(Promise everything gonna be kosher)
(T R A P S O U L)
Put this shit back in motion
Put this shit back in motion
Now you finally open, I'm just tryna be only
We been ashin' our roaches
Throw them shits in a bowl and (smoke that shit up)
Rollin' one and mow, now we fired up
Now we both lookin' high as f*ck
I been waitin', but time is up
You ain't look me in the eye once
F*ck it, out you in 5 months
You ain't gotta be shy girl if...
Hol' up
You don't know how much
You've helped me grow, you've helped me grow, baby, yeah
You don't know how much I've been tryna show you
I know you failed me though
Ooh, girl I saw this comin'
Don't wanna act all nonchalant, that would mean
That everything we talked about was all for nothin'
Ohh, girl I've been soo afraid
Mmm, hmmm, mmm
Mmm, hmmm, mmm
Baby I've been sufferin', does that mean nothin'?
That's gotta mean somethin'
Baby I would go insane for your love
F*ck what your friends say, cause that gotta mean somethin'
This became a little bit too much
Gotta watch my intake, that's gotta mean somethin'
Gotta mean somethin'
(This how it goin', put that shit back in motion)
(Now I got yo ass open)
(Promise everything gonna be kosher)
(T R A P S O U L)
Writer: ADAM FEENEY, BRYSON TILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Ten Nine Fourteen
So, ever since October
Living out my dreams, they got a lot closer
Had to do it for my daughter before she got older
Had to wake the sleepers up, bitch I got Folgers
I'm the realest nigga out, remember I told ya
Guess I'm dirty city raised, but I'm not local
Now they actin' like they kin, I do not know them
I've been prospering ever since I dropped "Don't", nigga
But it don't stop here, I gotta keep it goin', keep it goin'
Keep that hate coming my nigga, I'ma keep ignoring
God Tiller, your flow so prehistoric
Got, got killers, smoke yours or put me in the corner
I'm Cassius, my nigga put me in the corner
Versus anybody, really show me my opponent
They coming for my head, I'm like Makonnen
Kill them all, send 'em my condolences
And I'm back, back, back on my bullshit nigga
Do I miss doing this shit, just for fun, just a little
Now, I do it for funds, that's facts, fundamentals
For a house up on the makers, lawyers, doctors, my neighbors
Everyday I say my prayers, terminators, portrayers
Now the man is blessing me, first the man was testing me
I went through the storm not knowing whether it was green on the other side or not
That shit would bring out the best of me
I'm so true with it, who are you kidding
12 asked what I do for a living, told them Google it
I'm so rude with it, and the youngin' doing it
You don't know what I been through nigga
This the truth nigga, oh my goodness
Spittin' flames in the booth, nigga, oh my goodness
God really came through for me, oh my goodness
I can give a f*ck about you, and your mothaf*ckin' crew
That's ain't something I would do, no I wouldn't
Ya dig?
Yeah
I just gotta let this shit rid man
(Ya dig)
Uh, I feel like Weezy F Baby sometimes
Carter 3 Wayne, Carter 4 Wayne
Carter 5, man where that shit at?
Yessir
You know me, I gotta keep it real on this shit
My shawty mama put me out the crib, nigga I was payin' bills
Almost got a third job, she don't know the way it feels
But look, look at how a nigga living
My dream just got a little more vivid
And I'm starting to see a whole lot more friendlies
But I don't want too many, no I don't want too many, no way
City to city
Never forget that phone call I got from Timbo and Richie
When I was in Philly, that's when I knew this shit wasn't given
Then shit really got crazy when, got the kicks from Drizzy
Well, the recognition from Drizzy alone
I remember when they slept on me: memory foam
Can't believe Timbo the king just sent me back home
But now that boy getting on, my nigga give me the throne
Ya dig?
Yup, I know the people they diggin' me now
The cools kids from high school can't sit with me now
My baby mama's mama can't say shit to me now
What did she do wrong? She better figure it out
You better, I done grew into a wise young fella
This is true shit, you know Tiller goin' tell 'em
I'll tell 'em the truth, I'll tell 'em the truth, I'll tell 'em the truth
The whole truth, yeah
I'll tell 'em the truth, I'll tell 'em the truth, I'll tell 'em the trut
The whole truth, ay, baby yeah
Living out my dreams, they got a lot closer
Had to do it for my daughter before she got older
Had to wake the sleepers up, bitch I got Folgers
I'm the realest nigga out, remember I told ya
Guess I'm dirty city raised, but I'm not local
Now they actin' like they kin, I do not know them
I've been prospering ever since I dropped "Don't", nigga
But it don't stop here, I gotta keep it goin', keep it goin'
Keep that hate coming my nigga, I'ma keep ignoring
God Tiller, your flow so prehistoric
Got, got killers, smoke yours or put me in the corner
I'm Cassius, my nigga put me in the corner
Versus anybody, really show me my opponent
They coming for my head, I'm like Makonnen
Kill them all, send 'em my condolences
And I'm back, back, back on my bullshit nigga
Do I miss doing this shit, just for fun, just a little
Now, I do it for funds, that's facts, fundamentals
For a house up on the makers, lawyers, doctors, my neighbors
Everyday I say my prayers, terminators, portrayers
Now the man is blessing me, first the man was testing me
I went through the storm not knowing whether it was green on the other side or not
That shit would bring out the best of me
I'm so true with it, who are you kidding
12 asked what I do for a living, told them Google it
I'm so rude with it, and the youngin' doing it
You don't know what I been through nigga
This the truth nigga, oh my goodness
Spittin' flames in the booth, nigga, oh my goodness
God really came through for me, oh my goodness
I can give a f*ck about you, and your mothaf*ckin' crew
That's ain't something I would do, no I wouldn't
Ya dig?
Yeah
I just gotta let this shit rid man
(Ya dig)
Uh, I feel like Weezy F Baby sometimes
Carter 3 Wayne, Carter 4 Wayne
Carter 5, man where that shit at?
Yessir
You know me, I gotta keep it real on this shit
My shawty mama put me out the crib, nigga I was payin' bills
Almost got a third job, she don't know the way it feels
But look, look at how a nigga living
My dream just got a little more vivid
And I'm starting to see a whole lot more friendlies
But I don't want too many, no I don't want too many, no way
City to city
Never forget that phone call I got from Timbo and Richie
When I was in Philly, that's when I knew this shit wasn't given
Then shit really got crazy when, got the kicks from Drizzy
Well, the recognition from Drizzy alone
I remember when they slept on me: memory foam
Can't believe Timbo the king just sent me back home
But now that boy getting on, my nigga give me the throne
Ya dig?
Yup, I know the people they diggin' me now
The cools kids from high school can't sit with me now
My baby mama's mama can't say shit to me now
What did she do wrong? She better figure it out
You better, I done grew into a wise young fella
This is true shit, you know Tiller goin' tell 'em
I'll tell 'em the truth, I'll tell 'em the truth, I'll tell 'em the truth
The whole truth, yeah
I'll tell 'em the truth, I'll tell 'em the truth, I'll tell 'em the trut
The whole truth, ay, baby yeah
Writer: Bryson Tiller
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
The Sequence
Baby sometimes I feel so naive
Thinking you would come back to me
Say I f*cked up, I'd have to agree
But second chances I do believe in
Just give me one reason, we fight, make up then f*ck
Girl that's the sequence
I've been dreaming about the most recent
I don't lie, no I don't pretend
And your guard up, that's defense
Let it down, girl I swear I won't let you down
I ain't 2Pac, I don't get around
Was cool at the first but I get it now, I get it now
You know all of my secrets and
You know all of my weaknesses
I can't get after someone else, none of these weak bitches
Gotta tell them hoes keep dissin'
This how you was s'ppose go deep in it
Please don't do that with no one else
Just me, is that to much?
Is that too much?
Is that too much?
Am I asking for too much?
Say this shit once, say this shit two times
I won't stop 'til I get back what's mine
I know I f*cked up one two many times
Is that too much?
Truth be told I know that somebody
Somebody as real as me, someone as sincere as me
That's what I'm afraid of
Don't you dare give him the same love
Cause what that man do girl, I can do it
Hold up one time baby girl, I can prove it
But this right here, so time consuming
And this right here got my mind confusing
What now what now, one day one day you'll come around
Like "F*ck them niggas, I'll shut 'em down"
Sex Mami I'm needin' it
Thirsty much I gotta replenish
If I get it back you know I'm keepin' it
Baby, I been deep in my thoughts like
Is that too much?
Is that too much?
Am I asking for too much?
I won't stop 'til I get back what's mine
I know I f*cked up one two many times
Thinking you would come back to me
Say I f*cked up, I'd have to agree
But second chances I do believe in
Just give me one reason, we fight, make up then f*ck
Girl that's the sequence
I've been dreaming about the most recent
I don't lie, no I don't pretend
And your guard up, that's defense
Let it down, girl I swear I won't let you down
I ain't 2Pac, I don't get around
Was cool at the first but I get it now, I get it now
You know all of my secrets and
You know all of my weaknesses
I can't get after someone else, none of these weak bitches
Gotta tell them hoes keep dissin'
This how you was s'ppose go deep in it
Please don't do that with no one else
Just me, is that to much?
Is that too much?
Is that too much?
Am I asking for too much?
Say this shit once, say this shit two times
I won't stop 'til I get back what's mine
I know I f*cked up one two many times
Is that too much?
Truth be told I know that somebody
Somebody as real as me, someone as sincere as me
That's what I'm afraid of
Don't you dare give him the same love
Cause what that man do girl, I can do it
Hold up one time baby girl, I can prove it
But this right here, so time consuming
And this right here got my mind confusing
What now what now, one day one day you'll come around
Like "F*ck them niggas, I'll shut 'em down"
Sex Mami I'm needin' it
Thirsty much I gotta replenish
If I get it back you know I'm keepin' it
Baby, I been deep in my thoughts like
Is that too much?
Is that too much?
Am I asking for too much?
I won't stop 'til I get back what's mine
I know I f*cked up one two many times
Writer: Bryson Tiller, Marc Gay, Carl Martin, Kai Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Rambo
This is not, this is not
This is not, this is not a motherf*ck
A motherf*cking game, motherf*cker, this is not
This is not, a motherf*cking game, why you playin' boy?
I'm just saying boy
Yeah
Rambo, they begging for mercy, like the lambo'
No they told me kill them all, goddamn though
I know they want to see me fall, look where I am though
On two feet, that's where I stand though
I'm a true f*cking killer, like Rambo
No ammo, they send me on the sand yo
Nigga I just kill em because I can though
I'm as humble as they come, but you're f*cking with the wrong one
Boy you're f*cking with the wrong one
This that new Pen Griffey watch that nigga get a home run
Watch him hit it, it's a home run
I ain't playin' wit' you nigga's
I'm a true louis Villain
I'm the realest, they acrylic
F*ck them niggas if they doubt it
Say I'm flippin' up, but so is a money counter
I've been getting up, gotta pay my self allowance
And I save it like the bail, I can't take no more L's
The day I sell my soul, that's the day I go to hell
Been putting on a show, just like Dave Chappelle
They ain't make it in the credits, imma tell them oh well
Tell Steve, don't let no more bitches in the hotel
Niggas gotta get the work, girl unless you gon twerk something
Lotta ladies, verse on em'
Damn this lifestyle got a lot of perks on it, I'm just saying nigga (Young Tiller)
Rambo, they begging for mercy, like the lambo'
No they told me kill them all, goddamn though
I know they want to see me fall, look where I am though
On two feet, that's where I stand though
I'm a true f*cking killer, like Rambo
No ammo, they send me on the sand yo
Nigga I just kill em because I can though
This ain't temporary, I've been out here, letting them know
New cat, years later, best as Sylvester Stallone
I've been working hard, I've been doing better, ya know
Beat the freeloaders, we won't be breaking bread with them though
She chose me over him, cause he's was so regular, oh
He was so regular, I'm like a butler, getting this dough
I'm like a monster, or a motherf*cking predator
Oh-na-na-na, Soldier like Contra
I don't f*ck with thotties, I pass them to my partner
All gold everything, bitch I'm Fort Knoxin'
New sports car man
I'm new Porsche coppin', Two door hop in
Girl you know how I've been
And I've been trying to budge in my checks with the rest with the money, money
Rubber bands getting stretched with the hundreds, hundreds
M.V.P upper deck with the money, money
Don't I make the haters upset with the money
Bitch I'm coming
This is not, this is not
This is not, this is not a motherf*ck
A motherf*cking game, motherf*cker, This is not
This is not, a motherf*cking game, why you playin' boy?
I'm just saying boy
Tiller!
This is not, this is not a motherf*ck
A motherf*cking game, motherf*cker, this is not
This is not, a motherf*cking game, why you playin' boy?
I'm just saying boy
Yeah
Rambo, they begging for mercy, like the lambo'
No they told me kill them all, goddamn though
I know they want to see me fall, look where I am though
On two feet, that's where I stand though
I'm a true f*cking killer, like Rambo
No ammo, they send me on the sand yo
Nigga I just kill em because I can though
I'm as humble as they come, but you're f*cking with the wrong one
Boy you're f*cking with the wrong one
This that new Pen Griffey watch that nigga get a home run
Watch him hit it, it's a home run
I ain't playin' wit' you nigga's
I'm a true louis Villain
I'm the realest, they acrylic
F*ck them niggas if they doubt it
Say I'm flippin' up, but so is a money counter
I've been getting up, gotta pay my self allowance
And I save it like the bail, I can't take no more L's
The day I sell my soul, that's the day I go to hell
Been putting on a show, just like Dave Chappelle
They ain't make it in the credits, imma tell them oh well
Tell Steve, don't let no more bitches in the hotel
Niggas gotta get the work, girl unless you gon twerk something
Lotta ladies, verse on em'
Damn this lifestyle got a lot of perks on it, I'm just saying nigga (Young Tiller)
Rambo, they begging for mercy, like the lambo'
No they told me kill them all, goddamn though
I know they want to see me fall, look where I am though
On two feet, that's where I stand though
I'm a true f*cking killer, like Rambo
No ammo, they send me on the sand yo
Nigga I just kill em because I can though
This ain't temporary, I've been out here, letting them know
New cat, years later, best as Sylvester Stallone
I've been working hard, I've been doing better, ya know
Beat the freeloaders, we won't be breaking bread with them though
She chose me over him, cause he's was so regular, oh
He was so regular, I'm like a butler, getting this dough
I'm like a monster, or a motherf*cking predator
Oh-na-na-na, Soldier like Contra
I don't f*ck with thotties, I pass them to my partner
All gold everything, bitch I'm Fort Knoxin'
New sports car man
I'm new Porsche coppin', Two door hop in
Girl you know how I've been
And I've been trying to budge in my checks with the rest with the money, money
Rubber bands getting stretched with the hundreds, hundreds
M.V.P upper deck with the money, money
Don't I make the haters upset with the money
Bitch I'm coming
This is not, this is not
This is not, this is not a motherf*ck
A motherf*cking game, motherf*cker, This is not
This is not, a motherf*cking game, why you playin' boy?
I'm just saying boy
Tiller!
Writer: BRYSON TILLER, JOSHUA SCRUGGS, VENJAMIN BASNER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
502 Come Up
Yeah-yeah-eah-eah
For real though, it's so wild now
This shit crazy yeah
Woke up in the hills this morning
Asking myself, how did I get here this morning?
Vonte Parker in that teal and orange
And Russell in that gold and purple
Youngest from the Ville, imported
I used to sit up in my room and ponder
Finished school and get a Doctors
I'm twenty-two, I gotta get it now
Man who knew he'd have it figured out?
Trapsoul, man, I crack codes
Crack cocaine, that's what we putting out
There f*ck niggas saying
Don't forget when you was broke, I was looking out
And some say there's levels to this shit
Damn look at all the levels that I skipped
Feeling like there's a medal I should get
All these haters getting heavy on my dick
Look at my niggas, chasing paper
Getting books with my niggas
How the f*ck can people back home say I shook on my niggas
Your two cents ain't working for me
All you niggas sound commercial to me, man
I don't like commercial niggas
Please shut the f*ck up before I hurt you
F*ck your feelings
Don't take it personal, it's nothing personal
This a Derby City come up, this a Derby City vertical
First forty-eight, straight murder you
For years and years we waited on this
Living in a place folks didn't know exist
Surprise motherf*cker, we up in this bitch
I said I'm back and I'm so much better
I'm so, so much better
And I won't stop (Louis)
I can't stop
Not now (Louis) not ever (Louis, Louis)
Louis slugger with the hits
Knock them out the park then I'm knocking down your bitch
I'm watching how you pitch
I'm not from Houston, no, I'm not from 'round the six
Got the four series, I should cop the six after the world series
I just taught the rich 'bout palm trees and bad bitches
And how these snakes can harm me with bad business
Damn, f*ck out of here nigga
It's very rare for young black men to come up out of here nigga
Some will call it luck and some will call me up
I ain't heard from you in years
Please get the f*ck out my ear nigga
My peers get it
Only G-O-D can judge me, f*ck the jurisdiction
I'm working, ain't got time for thirsting
Over how these chicks appear in pictures
I'm just painting crystal clear pictures
Brushing up on my lyrics nigga
I just wish momma was here to live up under chandeliers with us
I guess all I ever had to do was take this shit a little more serious
Let's get it
There's not much to say
Woah, I'm from the southside
God Tiller
For real though, it's so wild now
This shit crazy yeah
Woke up in the hills this morning
Asking myself, how did I get here this morning?
Vonte Parker in that teal and orange
And Russell in that gold and purple
Youngest from the Ville, imported
I used to sit up in my room and ponder
Finished school and get a Doctors
I'm twenty-two, I gotta get it now
Man who knew he'd have it figured out?
Trapsoul, man, I crack codes
Crack cocaine, that's what we putting out
There f*ck niggas saying
Don't forget when you was broke, I was looking out
And some say there's levels to this shit
Damn look at all the levels that I skipped
Feeling like there's a medal I should get
All these haters getting heavy on my dick
Look at my niggas, chasing paper
Getting books with my niggas
How the f*ck can people back home say I shook on my niggas
Your two cents ain't working for me
All you niggas sound commercial to me, man
I don't like commercial niggas
Please shut the f*ck up before I hurt you
F*ck your feelings
Don't take it personal, it's nothing personal
This a Derby City come up, this a Derby City vertical
First forty-eight, straight murder you
For years and years we waited on this
Living in a place folks didn't know exist
Surprise motherf*cker, we up in this bitch
I said I'm back and I'm so much better
I'm so, so much better
And I won't stop (Louis)
I can't stop
Not now (Louis) not ever (Louis, Louis)
Louis slugger with the hits
Knock them out the park then I'm knocking down your bitch
I'm watching how you pitch
I'm not from Houston, no, I'm not from 'round the six
Got the four series, I should cop the six after the world series
I just taught the rich 'bout palm trees and bad bitches
And how these snakes can harm me with bad business
Damn, f*ck out of here nigga
It's very rare for young black men to come up out of here nigga
Some will call it luck and some will call me up
I ain't heard from you in years
Please get the f*ck out my ear nigga
My peers get it
Only G-O-D can judge me, f*ck the jurisdiction
I'm working, ain't got time for thirsting
Over how these chicks appear in pictures
I'm just painting crystal clear pictures
Brushing up on my lyrics nigga
I just wish momma was here to live up under chandeliers with us
I guess all I ever had to do was take this shit a little more serious
Let's get it
There's not much to say
Woah, I'm from the southside
God Tiller
Writer: Bryson Tiller, Christopher Justice, Joshua Louis Huizar
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Sorry Not Sorry
Fight!
Hey
God damn...I'm winning
God damn! I'm winning
Got money now you done switched up on me
I used to think about how you would act
When a nigga got money
Now you done switched up on me
Now you wanna say "what's up?" to me
Okay so now you wanna make love to me
Girl if you don't get the f*ck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me
Just be honest, girl what you want from me?
This ain't nothing new, keep it so 100
I can't let none of these niggas get one up on me
I go by God Tiller, you better run from me
Give hope to my niggas, them niggas blood money
Adios to them bitches, can't get a hug from me
I'm high on life, that's what it does for me
My numbers going up, I feel a buzz coming (one up)
Young nigga, young nigga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you
And we like, bitches with they own shit
We don't like gold diggers
Girl if you don't get the f*ck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me
This the shit I don't condone
Cheating on your man but you can get it if you want it
Looking for a bad bitch, I finally found a culprit
Nigga taking shots, and I'm back check the postage, yeah
Hey now nigga, why won't you shut up?
This the motherf*ckin' 502 come up
And every time I'm back in the city
Every bitch with a hidden agenda run up (cause I'm on, nigga!)
Young nigga, young nigga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you
And we like, bitches with they own shit
We don't like gold diggers
Girl if you don't get the f*ck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me
Every nigga did you wrong, except for me
I'm next to blow and so you should've been next to me
Say you love sick, girl I got the remedy
I'll give you long dick and longevity
Don't settle for less or for infidelity
Niggas ain't built like me
He can't bag and pipe and leave that pussy killed like me
Or even keep the business behind his lips like me
I got a hundred f*cking problems
Good brain, am I f*cking with a scholar?
Woodgrain, I'mma grip it when I whip it
If I take a shot and brick it, I'mma flip it
Thankful for my papa, nigga taught me how to get it
Gotta make sure my brothers is eating I'mma split it
If she throw that pussy at me I'mma hit it
Pen Griffey, but she won't get a penny, no
(Boy if you don't get)
Young nigga, young nigga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you
And we like, bitches with they own shit
We don't like gold diggers
Girl if you don't get the f*ck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me
Hey
God damn
We don't like gold diggers...
God...damn I'm winning
Oh no!
Hey
God damn...I'm winning
God damn! I'm winning
Got money now you done switched up on me
I used to think about how you would act
When a nigga got money
Now you done switched up on me
Now you wanna say "what's up?" to me
Okay so now you wanna make love to me
Girl if you don't get the f*ck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me
Just be honest, girl what you want from me?
This ain't nothing new, keep it so 100
I can't let none of these niggas get one up on me
I go by God Tiller, you better run from me
Give hope to my niggas, them niggas blood money
Adios to them bitches, can't get a hug from me
I'm high on life, that's what it does for me
My numbers going up, I feel a buzz coming (one up)
Young nigga, young nigga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you
And we like, bitches with they own shit
We don't like gold diggers
Girl if you don't get the f*ck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me
This the shit I don't condone
Cheating on your man but you can get it if you want it
Looking for a bad bitch, I finally found a culprit
Nigga taking shots, and I'm back check the postage, yeah
Hey now nigga, why won't you shut up?
This the motherf*ckin' 502 come up
And every time I'm back in the city
Every bitch with a hidden agenda run up (cause I'm on, nigga!)
Young nigga, young nigga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you
And we like, bitches with they own shit
We don't like gold diggers
Girl if you don't get the f*ck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me
Every nigga did you wrong, except for me
I'm next to blow and so you should've been next to me
Say you love sick, girl I got the remedy
I'll give you long dick and longevity
Don't settle for less or for infidelity
Niggas ain't built like me
He can't bag and pipe and leave that pussy killed like me
Or even keep the business behind his lips like me
I got a hundred f*cking problems
Good brain, am I f*cking with a scholar?
Woodgrain, I'mma grip it when I whip it
If I take a shot and brick it, I'mma flip it
Thankful for my papa, nigga taught me how to get it
Gotta make sure my brothers is eating I'mma split it
If she throw that pussy at me I'mma hit it
Pen Griffey, but she won't get a penny, no
(Boy if you don't get)
Young nigga, young nigga
Your friends bad too?
Then tell 'em come with you
And we like, bitches with they own shit
We don't like gold diggers
Girl if you don't get the f*ck from me
I know you thought we had something special
But you don't mean nothing to me
Girl I'm sorry you not the one for me
Hey
God damn
We don't like gold diggers...
God...damn I'm winning
Oh no!
Writer: BRYSON TILLER, TIMOTHY MOSLEY, JETMIR SALII
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Been That Way
I wanna know how we became so distant girl
The way we fell in love it was almost instant
I'm tryna find a way around it
Girl tell me how you feel about it
You still love me, that's the way it's sounding
Thank God I would have never found this, I doubt it
I'm there for you if you allow it
Girl you know I gotta keep you around me
All this paper we counting, blazing these ounces
Spending on you baby no matter what the amount is
Now you wanna know what's gotten into me, what's changed?
I guess I had a hard time showing it at first but
[Hook:]
Baby it's been that way
Baby it's been that way
Baby I still feel the same
Something I gotta maintain
Listen to me when I say
Baby it's always, always, always been that way
It's always been that way
(Didn't I tell you girl?)
It's always been that way
Baby I still feel the same
Something I gotta maintain
Listen to me when I say
It's always been that way
How did we become so distant?
Like I'm the one to blame and you're innocent
I try to make a way, make a difference, but
Some things don't change, I can't complain
I try not to think about you
What can I say, everytime I get near you
I want that old thing back, now bring it to me
Shorty keep telling me what to do about you
Then she got jealous soon as she knew about you
She don't never want to see us go through round two
(Cut her off!) Cut her off that's what I'm doing now, you
Told me I should go out and do my thing
(Damn right!) Damn right I do my thing
Now you want to know what's gotten into me, what's changed?
But baby none change
[Hook]
The way we fell in love it was almost instant
I'm tryna find a way around it
Girl tell me how you feel about it
You still love me, that's the way it's sounding
Thank God I would have never found this, I doubt it
I'm there for you if you allow it
Girl you know I gotta keep you around me
All this paper we counting, blazing these ounces
Spending on you baby no matter what the amount is
Now you wanna know what's gotten into me, what's changed?
I guess I had a hard time showing it at first but
[Hook:]
Baby it's been that way
Baby it's been that way
Baby I still feel the same
Something I gotta maintain
Listen to me when I say
Baby it's always, always, always been that way
It's always been that way
(Didn't I tell you girl?)
It's always been that way
Baby I still feel the same
Something I gotta maintain
Listen to me when I say
It's always been that way
How did we become so distant?
Like I'm the one to blame and you're innocent
I try to make a way, make a difference, but
Some things don't change, I can't complain
I try not to think about you
What can I say, everytime I get near you
I want that old thing back, now bring it to me
Shorty keep telling me what to do about you
Then she got jealous soon as she knew about you
She don't never want to see us go through round two
(Cut her off!) Cut her off that's what I'm doing now, you
Told me I should go out and do my thing
(Damn right!) Damn right I do my thing
Now you want to know what's gotten into me, what's changed?
But baby none change
[Hook]
Writer: BRYSON TILLER, EVON BARNES, TIMOTHY MOSLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
Overtime
[Voicemail:]
You know how I feel about like...us
And about like...how I wanna go
But you never tell me how you feel about it
How you wanna go about it
I've been working on it, putting in overtime
Putting in overtime, putting in over-
I've been putting in work, you know I've been
Working overtime, working overtime
Working over
I've been working on it, putting in overtime
Putting in overtime, putting in over-
I've been putting in work, you know I've been
Working overtime, working overtime
Working over
Sitting in a whip on the strip, get to stripping
My windows is tinted, let's go
My backseat ain't empty, we just left the Fendi
We getting it all over the clothes
This is why I need the Phantom, this is why I need the Phantom
And you know business getting handled
Wonder where you at, I just might hold you for ransom
No that's something your nigga can't fathom
Aw man, he just bought a Balmain
He thought that would keep her 'round
But he thought wrong, nothing at all
That's what she got on
And she will get up and leave him for me, I know
I mean how could he not know?
Cause see
I've been working for it, putting in overtime
Putting in overtime, putting in over-
I've been putting in work, you know I've been
Working overtime, working overtime
Working over
I've been working OT
Tryna show you what it's like just to know me
And ever since that day you approached me
I been thinking 'bout you and you only
And we just like to f*ck, that and nothing else
F*ck falling in love, that's for someone else
I break the bank for you, 'til no money left
Now I done caught feelings worth more than millions
And I feel it, you hurting and I'm healing
Girl that nigga ain't worth it, I know you hear me
I know we said we wouldn't let it get this far
Now I want it for myself, that's his loss
Oh he mad huh? Is he pissed off?
Too bad, nigga should've been on his job
You know I deserve it, I've been working this hard
Ay, is- is you, is you, with it? Yeah (Been working this hard)
Po' it up, sip it up, getting lit as f*ck
We been f*cking, on the couch, on the bed
Baby girl on my mind, hol' up - there it go
Damn, no baby
I'm kinda looking for her - for you
For you to be my pride, and the mother of my child
Oh yeah
You know how I feel about like...us
And about like...how I wanna go
But you never tell me how you feel about it
How you wanna go about it
I've been working on it, putting in overtime
Putting in overtime, putting in over-
I've been putting in work, you know I've been
Working overtime, working overtime
Working over
I've been working on it, putting in overtime
Putting in overtime, putting in over-
I've been putting in work, you know I've been
Working overtime, working overtime
Working over
Sitting in a whip on the strip, get to stripping
My windows is tinted, let's go
My backseat ain't empty, we just left the Fendi
We getting it all over the clothes
This is why I need the Phantom, this is why I need the Phantom
And you know business getting handled
Wonder where you at, I just might hold you for ransom
No that's something your nigga can't fathom
Aw man, he just bought a Balmain
He thought that would keep her 'round
But he thought wrong, nothing at all
That's what she got on
And she will get up and leave him for me, I know
I mean how could he not know?
Cause see
I've been working for it, putting in overtime
Putting in overtime, putting in over-
I've been putting in work, you know I've been
Working overtime, working overtime
Working over
I've been working OT
Tryna show you what it's like just to know me
And ever since that day you approached me
I been thinking 'bout you and you only
And we just like to f*ck, that and nothing else
F*ck falling in love, that's for someone else
I break the bank for you, 'til no money left
Now I done caught feelings worth more than millions
And I feel it, you hurting and I'm healing
Girl that nigga ain't worth it, I know you hear me
I know we said we wouldn't let it get this far
Now I want it for myself, that's his loss
Oh he mad huh? Is he pissed off?
Too bad, nigga should've been on his job
You know I deserve it, I've been working this hard
Ay, is- is you, is you, with it? Yeah (Been working this hard)
Po' it up, sip it up, getting lit as f*ck
We been f*cking, on the couch, on the bed
Baby girl on my mind, hol' up - there it go
Damn, no baby
I'm kinda looking for her - for you
For you to be my pride, and the mother of my child
Oh yeah
Writer: BRYSON TILLER, JOSHUA HUIZAR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Right My Wrongs
Could it be you calling me down?
My foolish heart turns at the stars
All that I am is all that you see
You don't need nobody else
And you're putting this all on me, forgive me
There's a time and a place for all this
This is not the place for all this
Is there a reason why you're saying all this?
And can we talk about it later?
I've gotta right my wrongs
With you is where I belong
You've been down from the go, recognition's what you want
And it's something that I should know
Something that I should know
All the things that you went through
Girl I never meant to put you through it twice, no
Tell me how can I right my wrongs
That's something that I should know
All the things that we've been through
Girl I never meant to put you through it twice, no no
Could it be you calling me down?
My foolish heart turns at the stars
All that I am is all that you see
You don't need nobody else
And you're putting this all on me, forgive me
I say you don't need nobody else
Feels like you don't got me
So you feel like you've been by yourself
I've been feeling kinda down myself
I've been going through it as well
Girl, I guess time will tell
That's the problem, I ain't got any left
There's somethings I can't help
But you would make the time for me
Oh, isn't that something that I should know?
Something that I should know
All the things that you went through
Girl I never meant to put you through it twice, no
Tell me how can I right my wrongs
That's something that I should know
All the things that we've been through
Girl I never meant to put you through it twice, no no
Could it be you calling me down?
My foolish heart turns at the stars
All that I am is all that you see
You don't need nobody else
And you're putting this all on me, forgive me
My foolish heart turns at the stars
All that I am is all that you see
You don't need nobody else
And you're putting this all on me, forgive me
There's a time and a place for all this
This is not the place for all this
Is there a reason why you're saying all this?
And can we talk about it later?
I've gotta right my wrongs
With you is where I belong
You've been down from the go, recognition's what you want
And it's something that I should know
Something that I should know
All the things that you went through
Girl I never meant to put you through it twice, no
Tell me how can I right my wrongs
That's something that I should know
All the things that we've been through
Girl I never meant to put you through it twice, no no
Could it be you calling me down?
My foolish heart turns at the stars
All that I am is all that you see
You don't need nobody else
And you're putting this all on me, forgive me
I say you don't need nobody else
Feels like you don't got me
So you feel like you've been by yourself
I've been feeling kinda down myself
I've been going through it as well
Girl, I guess time will tell
That's the problem, I ain't got any left
There's somethings I can't help
But you would make the time for me
Oh, isn't that something that I should know?
Something that I should know
All the things that you went through
Girl I never meant to put you through it twice, no
Tell me how can I right my wrongs
That's something that I should know
All the things that we've been through
Girl I never meant to put you through it twice, no no
Could it be you calling me down?
My foolish heart turns at the stars
All that I am is all that you see
You don't need nobody else
And you're putting this all on me, forgive me
Writer: Bryson Tiller, Simon Beddoe, Thomas Evans, Christopher Hargreaves, Daniel Templeman, Dominic Howard
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Performed By: Bryson Tiller
Genre(s): Alternative R&B, hip hop, soul trap
Producer(s): Producer J-Louis, Syk Sense, Chris King, Ayo, Bagheera Smoov, Epikh Pro, Fade MaJah, Fayo & Chill, Foreign Teck, AR, Gravez, Just Hustle, Keyzbaby, Milli Beatz, Neil Dominique, Rob Holladay, Sango, Timbaland,
Released: September 25th, 2015
Year: 2015