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Bryson Tiller - True to Self Album Lyrics



Bryson Tiller - True to Self Lyrics






Rain On Me

(Just rain on me)

I'm sorry I didn't answer
I didn't answer 'cause I was busy, what else
That's why I didn't answer
How about I just call you next time?
Why is it that when I don't answer
You think I'm with somebody else or something
I don't know

Can't get through, I can't get through
Got me chasing you, I'm tasting you
Got something I want to say to you
I'm done playing games with you
I'm afraid I already lost you
In my car and I'm on my way to you
Is that okay with you?
I want to grow grey with you
Have a little baby with you
And just cater to you
Just rain on me, I'll rain on you
I'll tell you the lies now, yeah
It's okay to cry now, yeah
Nothing to hide now, yeah
Enough of lying now, yeah
Let me make it right now, yeah
Dry your eyes now, yeah, yeah yeah
And I'm hoping we survive now, yeah
I got faith, girl, we'll be fine now, yeah

True, true, true
Oh yeah, yeah
What I tell you at
It ain't that easy, baby
It ain't as easy as you make it seem oh no
Hey, baby
It's okay to cry, just rain on me, yeah
It's okay to cry, just rain on me, yeah
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Writer: BRYSON TILLER, PHILLIP COLEMAN JR., TRAVIS WALTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




No Longer Friends

Aight, aight, whatever, you doing too much (I ain't doin' shit, f*ck that nigga)
You doing too much
Ayy

Let's go back to the time when your nigga used to trip
'Bout the time we spent, girl, when we were just friends
It was all friendly on my end
Even though I look forward to seeing you again like, uh
When am I seeing you again?
Ayy, when are we speaking again?
Shit, you look good with that ink on your skin
Hood, but you far from the streets you was in, oh yeah
No he don't like it, call me up
He don't like it
This was the perfect timin'
Love you, I'm certain I can, yeah
Talkin' about you like a queen making
As if you even never even mattered
And you a bad bitch, you keep getting badder
This ain't the side nigga anthem
I been straight forward, he's going backwards

Relax, yo, just chill
I love you, I'm with you
I ain't with this nigga
You don't think I
My best friend, he's my brother
My brother
I don't think he's your brother
That's your blood?
Aight
F*ckin' that nigga, that's what it is
I'm f*ckin' my brother, that's my brother
No, no, if y'all got the same mommy and daddy y'all can't f*ck
You f*ckin' him

You was on the verge of losing it
You was acting like you ain't want shit to do with her
I cut out the bullshit and kept it true with her
That's why the sexual tension is high when I'm in rooms with her
She really the shit, I don't be juicing her
I'm the shit too, that's why I'm so in tune with her
I feel like I'm sewn on ya
I feel like you grew on me
Have I grown on you?
Done frontin' like I don't want you
Keep treating me like I don't know you
Back and forth between me and all your niggas
You're busy tonight, that figures
Tonight you're staying in his city
And still I answer your call when he doesn't answer at all
But I want that too, that's all
I need the same in return, that's all

That's all
That's all I want, all I want, all I want
That's all I want, all I want, yeah
All I want (just a, just a little time)
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Writer: Bryson Djuan Tiller, Steve Thornton, Christopher Justice
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Dont Get Too High

Hey
Yeah
Back again with the
Them cuffin' season tunes
Hey
Hey, you

Okay, spend too much time with your friends
Too much time with your friends
Turned up at the function
You could barely function
Oh, you getting drunk and too high to call me up, and
Hanging with them other niggas, I could barely stomach
Oh, you telling me the shit you used to put up with
You ain't go through that twice, okay
I'ma come through, spend the night, okay
1300 on the flight, okay
Love, you can't put a price on it
Something came up, girl, I know it
You don't never got time for me

'Cause you spend too much time with your friends, f*ck y'all doing? Hey
Spending money on strip clubs and drugs, I knew it
Damn shawty, you know love ain't the same way I do it
I'm the only drug you need to get you through it

I always tell you don't get too high
Don't drink too much, don't smoke too much
Tell me if it's cool if I come by and keep you up
I show you love, I show you love

Girl, I'm not trying to kill your vibe, kill your buzz
I ain't tryna' sober you up
Girl, I"m just trying to be by your side
And be the one that you saw first whenever you woke up

Woah, you make me feel how I make other bitches feel
Like you be cool without or with me here
Stuck in Miami, I don't know why I feel empty here
They say, "Don't bring sand to the beach, you'll see there's plenty here"
Seems like all I ever see is fake ass and fake titties here
And hoes looking for a come up and a nigga that's tricking here
Girl, I don't wanna be the nigga to give you dick and disappear
If you want me to, I could do you like I do women here

'Cause you spend too much time with your friends, f*ck y'all doing? Hey
Spending money on strip clubs and drugs, I knew it
Damn shawty, you know love ain't the same way I do it
I'm the only drug you need to get you through it

I always tell you don't get too high
Don't drink too much, don't smoke too much
Tell me if it's cool if I come by and keep you up
I show you love, I show you love

Girl, I'm not trying to kill your vibe, kill your buzz
I ain't tryna' sober you up
Girl, I"m just trying to be by your side
And be the one that you saw first whenever you woke up

Blow that dope, dope
Blow that dope, dope
Blow that dope, dope
Blow that dope, dope
Blow that dope, dope
Blow that dope, dope
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Writer: BROWN, PADGETT, BRYSON TILLER, PHILLIP COLEMAN JR.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Blowing Smoke

Ayy
It's 7AM in the morning, I been up since 3
F*ck it, I'ma keep going
Yeah

Young Pen Griffey
I go to, I go to bat for my niggas
The pun was intended, nigga
Wow, look how I'm livin', nigga
Angels say watch how you spendin', nigga
Devil say cop a new Bentley, nigga
Might as well, quick as you get it, nigga
Made a prediction, nigga
Fortune teller, nigga
Ayy, I got it, yeah, I get it, nigga
You a rappin' contradiction, nigga
Hunnid racks on a sticker
New whip and I'm in it with her
Set it off, this a stick up
'Til I came to shake shit up
Shakin' that shit up
Then I go put another check in the bank, nigga
Got a lot up on my plate, nigga
Grandma need a new estate, nigga
You a fraud, you a fake, nigga
Can't keep up with the pace, nigga
Get the f*ck up out the race, nigga

Yeah, pump your brakes, go slow
Pump your brakes, go slow
Just like my shawty, she like it slow
Yeah, and just like her, I heard it all before
Don't let 'em fool you, they blowing smoke
Yeah, they blowing smoke, yeah
Yeah, I heard it all before
Don't let 'em lie to you anymore
Hey, don't let 'em lie to you anymore

Ayy, don't let 'em fool you, baby
Gene Snyder, get shifty, nigga
Need a lighter for the spliff, nigga
I pull up in a street fighter chain, hit a nigga
Now that I got your attention, nigga
Keep my name off your lips, nigga
Hey, just like her, I don't take you serious, nigga
No you can't be serious, nigga
You can't be serious, nigga
I can't even hear it, nigga
Gotta be up on my tier, nigga
You ain't nowhere near, nigga
Young Tiller don't fear a nigga
Ayy, this no joke, no smoke, no mirrors, nigga
Know you seen me last year, nigga
All at Cleveland Cavaliers, nigga
Thoroughbred, I'm a winner
D'USSE in my cup, I feel like Jigga
Wins got me hittin' liquor (faded)
And I got you niggas feelin' bitter (you mad)
Bitch, I been a heavy hitter
But you barely makin' plays, nigga
F*ck it, let me demonstrate, nigga
Home runnin', not safe, nigga
Guess I got what it takes, nigga
Can't keep up with the pace, nigga
Get the f*ck up out the race, nigga

Yeah, pump your brakes, go slow
Pump your brakes, go slow
Just like my shawty, she like it slow
Yeah, and just like her, I heard it all before
Don't let 'em fool you, they blowing smoke
Yeah, they blowing smoke, yeah
Yeah, I heard it all before
Don't let 'em lie to you anymore
Hey, don't let 'em lie to you anymore
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Writer: BRYSON TILLER, EBONY OSHUNRINDE, FRANCIS NGUYEN-TRAN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




We Both Know

Ay, yeah

I'm not your, your man, baby
No, I can't do what a man should be doing for you
Trying my best to pull through for you, yeah, yeah
Listen, few years we been at it, so much static
I been calling you sporadically
Same old shit, pack your bags, come lay back with me, ay
Last time that we f*cked, that shit was cinematic
I don't expect for you to settle for me
But I hate it when you say to me
You're done playing games with me
Done tryna wait for me, still check for me
You can't get away from me, yeah, yeah
Go tell them you still love me, yeah
Don't know it but you're stuck with me, yeah
By now you know you're stuck with me, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

You say I'm talking like I don't wanna wife
I just wanna f*ck, you damn right
Treat you like a queen and like that's just for me, you damn right
Girl, you damn right, yeah, right
Pull up, at the party with the juice
Looked at me like, "Damn boy, you brought everything but the truth"
Girl, you used to be cool, that's why I started f*cking with you
Baby, it feel like the real thing, we used to love without no rules
True, tell me when did you get so confused?
Who told you I belong to you?
I can only be alone with you
Never on the road with you
F*ck you like you're mine, that's what I'm supposed to do
Yeah, just like you're mine
You encourage me to do what's right, do what's right
Yeah, you say that shit and turn around
Hit my line, say, "Come by," f*ck on you one more time
We both know this ain't one more time
We both know, ay
I try to play it off like I'll be fine but I won't, I won't, I won't

Oh girl, oh baby, baby
True
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Writer: BRYSON DUJUAN TILLER, PHILIP ANTHONY COLEMAN JR., ROBERT S. KELLY
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




You Got It

Haha, uh huh
Of course I had to make a song about you right now
I told you I was gon' make this song about you here
Yeah, ayy

Bad lil' thing, yeah
True Religion jeans, yeah
Super clean
What's good with you and me
Chasing dreams, yeah
Hit me when you free, yeah
Sex me
That's just what I needed
(You, you got it, got it)
That's what I needed
(You got it, got it)
Just what I needed
(You, you got it, got it)
You got what I needed, ayy
I got what you need

Shop-shop-shopping bags, Louis shoes
Pop the tags, that's for you
Diamond necklace, that's for you
I just blew a check or two
Girl, my mind been set on you
Yeah, you know I f*ck with you
Club is through
What are we getting into?

Let me tell you, girl, before you go
Yeah there's a few things you should know
I'm still struggling with the do's and don'ts
But I felt compelled to let you know that you a

Bad lil' thing, yeah
True Religion jeans, yeah
Super clean, yeah
What's good with you and me, yeah
Chasing dreams, yeah
Hit me when you free, yeah
Sex me
That's just what I needed
Oh it's just what I needed
Oh, it's just what I
Yeah, you got what I need
And I got what you need

When I look at you, I see someone I don't deserve
When I pretend like my vision blurry
Is it love I'm searchin' for or different word?
Looked at me, said when did this occur
Soon as I seen you in mini skirt
Soon as you hit me with smile first
Soon as I heard how your mind works
Me and my girl, we just diverted
We just went our separate ways, yeah
Knew she loved me 'cause I'm paid up
Therefore I won't make up
Yeah, I saw somethin' different in you
Had to come and tell you straight up
You was headed for the door
Headed 'til you wait up
Like ayo, hold up, wait up
Hold up, hold up

Let me tell you, girl, before you go
There's a few things that you should know
I don't do this on the usual
But I felt compelled to let you know that you a

Bad lil' thing, so bad
Yeah
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Writer: BRYSON TILLER, PAUL DAWSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, AMPLIFIED ADMINISTRATION




In Check

Yeah, when

When I look you in your face
I see a good girl who deserves better than me (better than me)
You remember that other night in my bedroom? On top of my bed
I remember the things that you said

Sometimes I forget
Sometimes you gotta put me in check, ay
In check, yeah, in check, yeah
In check, yeah, in check, yeah

Hollywood, set back
3 hours, I'm jet-lagged
Still tryna lay up with somethin'
Can't believe I just said that
Album, overdue
You would find it hard to focus too
If you met the women I have
Hard not to get side tracked, oh woah
Hey, don't know where my mind at
Hoping you can help find that
I wish I could rewind back (I love you)
Way back so you could put me
Put me in check, yeah, in check, yeah
What did I do to you?
Made a fool of you
I know they told you I'd never be true to you
I'm losing you, losing you
I miss you in my bedroom, on top of my bed
How could I forget what you said?

Sometimes I forget
And sometimes you gotta put me in check, ay
In check, yeah, in check, yeah
In check, yeah, in check, yeah

Baby, oh
Baby, oh, no no
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Writer: BRYSON TILLER, JOSHUA HUIZAR, ROB HALLADAY, TRAVIS WALTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Self-Made

Woo, yeah, yeah, yeah
You already know
Young Tiller
Let's go

Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that's a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it

I spend that 'cause I earned it for myself
Got my shawty out the way and now I'm splurging on myself
You should worry 'bout yourself, I've been working on myself
I've been balling like I'm Curry, need a jersey for myself (I need a jersey for myself)
What's next? I'm nervous for myself
If I changed, I became a better version of myself
Bought a chain, bought two more, yeah, I deserve that for myself
And my neighbors look at me like, "How he purchase that himself?"

'Cause I'm a seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I'm getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga

And a Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that's a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it

Must've heard a hundred niggas say they made me (I made that nigga!)
So, which one you niggas made me?
Don't know who you talking to, not me, oh no, you can't be
They wan' be my fam, but my crew is sucker-lame free (Lame free)
I just want a yacht and a jet-ski
Pull up on your block, Icy Hot, Wayne Gretzkey (I pull up, pull up)
F*cking con artist, boy, you sketchy
Pretty but she messy, only wanna sex me

'Cause I'm a Seven figure, self-made nigga
Blow the money, get it back the next day nigga (made it back, yeah)
Wow, what the check say, nigga?
I'm getting paid, nigga, need a chef and maid, nigga

Count that mula with my thumb
502, that's where I'm from
Used to stay on Hazelwood
You see trouble then you run (Run)
Word to Joker Noble, we don't do this shit for fun
100 million, then I'm done
Poochie laid out in the sun
Like I want

Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself
Bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself
Donatello, that's a killer, I smoke purple out the shelf
She want Birkin, she want, Gucci purse, she want Chanel, got it

Yeah, yeah, Gucci on my belt
Yeah, she want Gucci on her belt
Gucci on her purse
Gucci on that
Yeah
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Writer: BRYSON TILLER, PHILLIP COLEMAN JR.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Bluewater Music Corp.




Run Me Dry

I think she love me, 'cause I got the check on me
Wan' spend the day and flex on me
Put a curse and hex on me
Scratch out my name, put the X on me
You should come check on me
Talk dirty and caress on me
F*ck it, might as well get undressed for me
Love how you get that pussy wet for me
Put a lot of stress on me
You used to obsess for me
Call the station and request for me
You done went and got a big head on me

You're running me dry
Oh girl, you're running me dry
Cried my last tear drop
Saw bad when I told her bring it here
Drop down, pick it up up up
Swing it around, I'ma go go go
Drop that, down, I'ma pick it up up up
Swing it around, I'ma go go go
Oh, you tryna roll
Let's go, let's go, yeah
Oh, you're the reason I even
Saw bad when I told her bring it here
Drop down, pick it up up up
Swing it around, I'ma go go go
Drop that, down I'ma pick it up up up
Swing it around, I'ma go go go

Ay, ay, ay, ay
Used to break my neck for you
Spend my paycheck on you
Put my account in the red for you
Damn near put myself in debt for you
You made me obsessed for you
Thought I had the same effect on you
Couldn't see I was the best for you
Now you gotta figure out what's next for you
Now you feel regret, oh do you?
Baby, I could care less for you
Trust, I'm not even sweating you
You ran me dry, better yet it's still you
Out of respect for you
I curved bitches on the internet for you
I, lost all respect for you
Baby, it's my turn to flex on you

You're running me dry
Oh girl, you're running me dry
Cried my last tear drop
Saw bad when I told 'em bring it here
Drop down, pick it up up up
Swing it around, I'ma go go go
Drop that, down, I'ma pick it up up up
Swing it around, I'ma go go go
Oh, you tryna roll
Let's go, let's go
Oh, you're the reason I even
Saw bad when I told her bring it here
Drop down, pick it up up up
Swing it around, I'ma go go go
Drop that, down I'ma pick it up up up
Swing it around, I'ma go go go, no no no
Let's go, let's go, go, go
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Writer: Allen Ritter, Bryson Tiller, Matthew Samuels
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




High Stakes

Hey, yeah
Haha, I had to put a time stamp on this, yeah
It's my birthday
And I'm feeling great
I feel great
Yeah, f*ck it, I'm feeling great
24 today, by the way
Okay

Came a long way (yeah, I came a long way)
Ay, I looked up and said goddamn I came a long way
In the VIP, this shit feel like a showcase
Take me to a place I'd rather be, there's no place
I gotta pocket full of cash, it's more than I made last year when I was packing
Oh wait, it been two years, I lost track and
No way I'm going back, I been in mansions
I been in whips so quick that you lose traction
And made 6 figure transactions
Met a lot of pretty women, A.K.A distractions
And some f*ck niggas with subliminal captions
I won't, I won't, show these lames no compassion
Wanna play the game, gotta have expansion
Ex sent me an email, came with attachments
And like a fan of the show, nigga I started snapping

What's happening? What's happening?
What's happening? What's happening, oh, what's happening?
Woah, woah, high stakes got me feeling like I'm gambling (I can ball but lose it all)
Drink got a nigga rambling (like I'm talking to myself)
But hit me up

I wake up and see a roof over my head
Used to be the roof of a '04 Audi
That shit used to be my bed
Lot of disrespect from those who used to be my friends
Lot of chicks to replace, hoes used to be friends
I don't f*ck with you, what don't you comprehend?
Give a f*ck who I offend, real and fake cannot blend
And I pray to God I never lose a cake, Amen (Amen)
With the high stakes, I'm in
I'm in, even when niggas after me
I still stroll through the city casually
RIP Staten G, Ali gone, that's another tragedy
Oh my God, who gon' show the kids strategy?
I done seen so many things that they gotta see
I made it to the game using honesty
I know my mama proud of me
God tell her she gave birth to a young prodigy

Ay, ay, thank you
To the most high
High up, high up
Praying that them blessings don't stop
I'm praying that them blessings don't
Yeah
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Writer: BRYSON DUJUAN TILLER, CASEY JAMES, LEROY M. BELL, PHILIP ANTHONY COLEMAN JR., THOMAS RANDOLPH BELL
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Rain Interlude

All I did is say I have feelings for you
And all you do is shit all over it
And tell me you want me to get over you
And that you want nothing to do with me
That's hurtful, Bryson
I did nothing to you
I've done nothing to you
For a year, all you did was lie to me and talk to other girls
And I'm still hearing it
Okay, I forgive you, let's work with it
I really like you
Last year was a misunderstanding, let's get over it
No more brittle conscience
I forgive you for everything
I've done nothing
And if I did do something
Then and now would be the perfect time to say
'Cause you done everything to me
I never did that to you
I'd never do that to you
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Writer: BRYSON TILLER, PHILLIP COLEMAN JR., TRAVIS WALTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Teach Me a Lesson

I had asked myself
So, what would you do if she left?
What would you do?
Would I find someone to distract myself?
Detach myself
Get my mind off you
This is far from the end
Got a nigga in a frenzy
Only you would understand
Oh, when I used to be your man
You tell me, tell me
Over and over again

If it's too much pressure, babe
Maybe I'm not the one for you, baby
If you gotta question me, babe
Think of all I've done for you, baby
I said I know that
You're going to find someone
That's ready for you

That teach me a lesson, baby
You're gonna find someone who gets it, babe
Teach me a lesson, babe
Baby, ooh
Teach me a lesson, babe
Yeah, oh yeah

You just left town
Yeah, you skated on me
Bounce, switch locations on me
Can't keep waiting on me
Made a mistake, baby
Now you're tryna find a replacement for me, babe
Oh, hold up
Why we broke up
Guess I don't know, love?
Guess I don't know
Baby, I had to grow up
I don't want you with no one
No one, yeah

If it's too much pressure, babe
Maybe I'm not the one for you, baby
If you gotta question me, babe
Think of all I've done for you, baby
I said I know that
You're going to find someone
That's ready for you

Teach me a lesson, baby
Teach me, baby
You're going to find someone
Who gets it, babe
Teach me a lesson, baby

Oh no no no
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Writer: ANDRE HARRIS, AUSTIN OWENS, BRYSON DUJUAN TILLER, MARSHA AMBROSIUS, VIDAL DAVIS, XERYUS LAMAR GITTENS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network




Stay Blessed

Listen up
Oh baby

Note to self, stay true to self (True, true, true, true)
Shorty, I could use the help (True, true, true, true)
And you know what to do to help
Going in circles trying not to lose myself

No, check up
How can I check up?
Tell you I messed up
We could go somewhere nice
Get pretty and get dressed up
I always said I should keep you fed and now you're fed up
Always said if I ain't happy give you heads up
I would rather give you back down, long stroke, legs up
Known for giving you the best love
No I wouldn't give you nothing less, nothing less, love

Used to look at me and tell me, "Don't stress, love"
That's why I need you whenever I'm stressed, love
Cut me off, tell me stay blessed, love
Hey, stay blessed

Changes, right now I'm going through changes
We upgraded to a crib that's spacious
But this house is not a home without you, baby
Ain't shed a tear, you just left on me
Chuck the deuce, told me, "Stay blessed homie"
In due time, I'll regret
Especially when I remember you was reppin' when they slept on me (hey)
It's been too long
I gotta know
What must I do to
Get me back right beside you?
Whenever you decide to
Alright
Say it's what I get for lying to you
I can talk to you whenever
Say whatever, yeah
You was my best friend
It's what I get for lying to you

Used to look at me and tell me, "Don't stress, love"
That's why I need you when I'm stressed, love
Cut me off, tell me stay blessed, love
Hey, stay blessed

Roll up the carpets, close up the curtains
Guess the show is over, I still love you, that's for certain
Self righteous but I'm dead wrong, that's for certain
If you're tryna make me crazy, baby, it's working
Hey, baby, it's working
Dealing with clown niggas, know your life a circus
I'm still around, I bet he called you when he heard this
He's scared you might take me back, I got him nervous
Tell him, baby, should he be nervous?
And not because I buy you those expensive purses
But because the love you got for me is permanent
He threw me up under the bus, he say I'm undeserving
Don't give him no encouragement
I had to soak in some things, I needed nourishment
Look at me now, see a nigga really flourishing
I wouldn't trade my old life for my current one
Hey, no I wouldn't trade it
Finna do it for a Huracan
Why trade a good woman for an immature one?
Or a gold digger for an entrepreneur
What I'm saying, mama, you the one
Ain't no second time, I fooled you once
Be true to you, that's something I don't do enough
Cut me off, shawty, I thought you was bluffing
Got me blowing up your line
What's up with you? What's Up?

Note to self, stay true to self
Shorty, I could use the help
And you know what to do to help
Going in circles trying not to lose myself, no
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Writer: BRUCE ALLEN MILLER, BRYSON DUJUAN TILLER, DERIC MICHAEL ANGELETTIE, JOHN H. MERCER, JOHN T. WILLIAMS, MARY J. BLIGE, PHILIP ANTHONY COLEMAN JR., SEAN J. COMBS
Copyright: Lyrics © RED BULL WORKS, Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Money Problems / Benz Truck

Hey
Goddamn, goddamn
Hey (God)
Hey
Oh, yeah, yeah, haha, true

Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don't make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me, no

Every time you see me, I'm in go mode
Niggas ain't 'bout to charge up, blowing smoke (smoke)
When I drop a few niggas is goin' ghost
You gassed up thinkin' we go toe-to-toe
Ay, I'm bout to go Kanye West on niggas
You know care less if I upset some niggas
Hey, supposedly I've been in debt with niggas
F*ck 'em, I ain't writing out no check for niggas
My lawyer check them niggas, said don't sweat them niggas
Order lobster for breakfast and dinner
He talkin' wild, I said objection, nigga
You a lame, get up out my section, nigga
Hey, he throwin' shade, I don't play fetch with niggas
Yeah, big money, still I rarely flex on niggas
Don't need attention, just respect from niggas
Oh no, all I really need is, need is

Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don't make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don't make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me

No way, that's okay, that's okay
Oh, I come a long way
Yeah and it's been a while since I clocked in
Came out on top and shawty tell me I'm poppin'
Might miss a concoction, yeah, pour me a drink up
When these niggas start wildin', yeah, you the one that I think of
And God, he the only one thing keepin' you niggas from gettin' sprayed up
For my daughter, I'm gangster, for a dollar, you a traitor (traitor, traitor, traitor)
You got money problems, I'm sorry (hey)
Ain't no money problems ever stop me (never)
I just treat a prayer like a hobby
And then I prosper to godspeed and it got me

Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don't make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me
Money, money, power I need checks in every week
Four Season, nigga, I need breakfast in my suite
Niggas don't make money when they disrespecting me
You would think they got a check, the way they checking for me, no

Ay, yeah, I heard
They talkin' crazy on the block still
I ain't on the block no more, I'm in the hills
Just checked the temperature, I'm hot still
Ridin' 65, I'm on them hot wheels
The flow way when I'm sauced up
I got my money right last year, I bossed up
Them diamonds, they look fake, they must ain't cost much
Fake friends, they gon' say we lost touch
Strangers, they gon' say I switched up
Broke niggas look at me like easy lick, yeah
Bad bitches want my kids, yeah
Light skin, I call 'em my honey dip, yeah
Niggas waitin' on me to slip up
On my black, I just flex that's how I feel, yeah
Lambo with the doors up, just for a feel up
Pull up to the crib, jump inside the Benz truck

Ay, jump inside the Benz truck
I might sell the Lambo, buy a Benz truck
Or a SLS, gotta pick one
Get my bitch one
And she at the crib, yeah, doin' sit ups
And she tryna get fit for a young nigga
She a down ass bitch, that's why I f*ck with her
I'm just tryna get rich, double up figures

Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em
She a down ass bitch, that's why I f*ck with her
She a down ass bitch
Down, down, down, down, down
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Writer: BRYSON DUJUAN TILLER, MATTHEW JEHU SAMUELS, RAMON IBANGA, ROBERT DEANDRE WATSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Set It Off

Oh, my inspiration comes from you, oh
So you think you got what it takes to be my ride or die?
Okay, we shall see

Ay, I been out here soul searchin'
Ay, say you still got it, girl, what makes you so certain?
Hit it, quit it, then went cold turkey
You been committed through this whole journey
Got a girl that don't expect as much from me
That's why she gets so much love from me
She just might be the one for me
Ain't no need to question, now, bitch

She 'a pull the gun for me
Pop two, she 'a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set if off, if a nigga come for me
She 'a pull the gun for me
Pop two, she 'a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set it off, if a nigga come

Do you remember them days, I would cut school and come to you
Ma' was cool so I got comfortable
Sleeping on the couch, sneak up to your room, ay
I found out you was a freak too soon, ay
Your family thought we had baby too soon, psh
I told your family not to speak too soon, ay
Three years later, I'm on TV
Now your brother, he envy me
I don't know what the f*ck he be on, ay
Cool with me cool, we was never friends
He put your mama under stress, I put her in a Benz
Even though she put me in the streets, she made amends
Watchin' over my baby's nigga
'Case her son wanna go back to his ways and be a street nigga
Plus my girl just copped the heat, nigga
And she gon' kill almost any nigga
Including me, nigga
Ain't nobody who could be with her, 'cept for me
That's my down bitch

She 'a pull the gun for me
Pop two, she 'a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set it off, if a nigga come for me
She 'a pull the gun for me
Pop two, she 'a take one for me
Set it off, if a bitch come for me
Set it off, if a nigga come for me (for me)

Ooh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ayy, think she'll f*ck with this song?
Yeah, I hope so nigga
Shit, she ain't call me back for some reason
Oh well, I love her
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Writer: ALEXANDER CHIGBUE, BRYSON TILLER, CARL THOMPSON, FAITH EVANS, TRAVIS WALTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Nevermind This Interlude

Hush, ay
I got things to, say I gotta (say) talk to you
Too much to talk about
Come clean to you
Too much

Touch down, shawty, I just touched down
Guess I gotta start a hunt down
You still givin' me the run around (oh no)
Hit me with the addy and I'm comin' now
Wanna get there before sundown (sundown)
Tryna be a better man
Came to tell you that we gotta stop f*ckin' 'round
But you look good, I wanna f*ck now
Make these other bitches seem basic (basic)
Livin' where they go to vacation
You a goddess, you gracious
Look like a supermodel
But you modest, look what God has created (goddamn)
I'm tryna stop you from being famous (yeah)
From rappers knowin' what your name is (aw yeah)
I'm barely famous and I hate it
Take your time, I'm just sayin'
I'm a selfish nigga on occasion (I'm selfish)
F*ck you ain't know hate you 'til I crave it (I crave it)
Whatever you finna say, save it (girl save it)
I be like my bad, girl, I'm busy (I'm busy)
You know I always say the same shit (same shit)
Hit you when I'm back in the city
When I'm back in the city (when I'm back in the city)
Back in the city (when I'm back in the city)

Back in the (back in the city, back, back in the city) I could lose it all
Are you willing to risk it with me? Oh no
I guess we will never know
You think you know but you don't
Trust me, you don't know, oh no
I don't send no more photos (no no)
And takin' my breath, yeah, yeah
Got me in a choke hold yeah
Got me in a choke hold
Bring you to where I'm stayin'
Whatever I was sayin' (what I'm sayin' is)
Never mind what I was sayin' (what I'm sayin' is)
Never mind what I was
Never mind what I was sayin'

F*ck it, never mind
I could never make up my mind
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Writer: BRYSON TILLER, KENNETH COBY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Before You Judge

Check yourself
Check, check, check
Check, check yourself before you wreck yourself
Chiggity-check, check yourself before you wreck yourself
Ch-ch-check yourself before you wreck yourself
Yeah
Check yourself
Check yourself before you wreck yourself
Before you wreck yourself, check, check, check

Hey, I'm back, so what's the deal now?
I still don't give a f*ck 'bout how they feel now
I got you hot, lil' nigga, chill out
Say you coming for the spot? Bitches will spill now (spill niggas)
Either staying in the game, bro
F*ck the niggas waiting on Young Tiller to change up
Niggas waiting on me to run out of paper
I don't ever speak on niggas, nah, I barely say much
F*ck, I look like, bringing niggas names up?
I can't let a f*ck nigga get famous
These niggas, they wanna de-fame us
They wanna betray us, they wanna play games, oh no, no
Disloyal, this how they won't portray us
Looked at my dog like, "F*ck it, let's make 'em hate us"
If you got paid for the attention that you paid us
You would be a rich nigga but you just a bitch nigga
Foreign whip, make you throw a fit, nigga
Foreign bitch, I know you won't get with her
Lame niggas not the type that she consider
You thinking of speaking with her, boy, you better reconsider
Hey, I'm my daughter's keeper
And I don't take with the threats, or promises either, nigga
You gon' have to see me some day one way or another
And for my blood, bruh, I'm a cold motherf*cker (so)

Before you judge me
Check yourself before you judge me
Hey, shit could get ugly
Next time you might not be so lucky
What you want from me?
What these niggas want from me?
This a, "Don't f*ck with me"
Hey, think twice before you f*ck with me

What it is yo?
2016, Tiller on this shit, so
Most likely I'ma vent up on this shit, so
Well, um, damn, here it go
You see the shit is so new to me, bro
Not the music, that's easy, it come smooth to me, bro
When I should've been in school, I was making tunes truancy, bro
Low-key, them cool kids weren't as cool as me, bro
I fell in love and had a mini me, thank you Jesus
Ten fingers, ten toes on her pretty feet, seriously, thank you Jesus
Pray for it every day in them UPS trailers
And you gave her to me like I asked, that's amazing, Jesus
I know the saying, give them an inch and they take a mile
But Jesus I really need this, I gotta make it out
Studio shit on eBay, I gotta purchase
I told my niggas, "Lend me 600 dollars, it'll be worth it, let's cop it" (check, check, check, check)
So many times I second guessed myself, nigga, I never wanted to be an artist, nah (check, check, check, check)
I don't wanna be the centre of attention but I guess I do this shit for lil' Harley, nah (check, check, check, check)
If you know me, you know I just want to be able to walk into Target and people not be astonished
Man, let me do my shopping
But this in my job, I asked for it, I got it, let's go
Just got a new manager, my last one was f*cking up my vision
Can't believe this nigga still tryna get a percentage
I gave you back your investment, get out your feelings
Telling people that the money changed me, nigga, the money saved me
Nigga, money is the reason that you f*ck with me, ain't it?
And even though this shit got me angry, I'mma let God fix it
'Cause I know if I fix it, my daughter gon' have to grow up without a father figure
I'ma end up in prison, wishing I never got into this business
It's nothing personal, I made a business decision
I might have a job for you if you shape or you could fill the position
That's as real as it gets
And sometimes I don't know how to deal with this shit
I've been searching for the answers in my idol's music
In his earlier days, man, I know he went through this
He got through this, I'll get through it

Before you judge me
Check yourself before you judge me
Hey, shit could get ugly
Next time you might not be so lucky
What you want from me?
What these niggas want from me?
This is a, "Don't f*ck with me"
Hey, think twice before you f*ck with me

Check yourself
Check, check, check
Check, check yourself before you wreck yourself
Chiggity-check, check yourself before you wreck yourself
Check yourself before you wreck yourself
Yeah
Check, check yourself before you wreck yourself
Before you wreck yourself, check, check, check
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Writer: BRYSON TILLER, PHILLIP COLEMAN JR., RAMON IBANGA JR.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Somethin Tells Me

Yeah somethin' tells me
We ain't gon' last baby
We ain't gon' last baby
We ain't gon' last baby
We ain't gon' last baby

Yo' intuition has been tellin' you
Things that you never knew (never knew)
Rubbing shoulders with bitches I used to put on pedestals
But still I keep it professional
Laying in the bed and you acting like I can't even touch you
I don't know why you do that
Shower with the door open, why you do that?
Drop the towel right in front of me, you cruel
What's goin' on baby, talk to me baby
Say it to me straight, did I make a mistake?
And I can't concentrate while you're standing there naked
Acting strange, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah somethin' tells me
We ain't gon' last baby
We ain't gon' last baby
We ain't gon' last baby
We ain't gon' last baby
Yeah somethin' tells me
We ain't gon' last baby
We ain't gon' last baby
We ain't gon' last baby
We ain't gon' last baby

My intuition has been telling me
Trust what you said to me
You ain't never really felt love 'til you slept with me
I'm busy, it's no wonder you upset with me
You found a Magnum inside of my bag
Don't know how to explain this
That was in there way before we started dating
This the only music I hate facing, oh
Lay down baby I'mma take it slow
Can't let this thing go to waste, oh no
Before we crash, hit the brakes, oh no
Call, then I got to your place, oh no
Still getting voicemail, oh no
F*ck it, leave a voicemail, oh no
Hey, looks like we at the end of the road

Yeah somethin' tells me
We ain't gon' last baby
We ain't gon' last baby
Somethin' tells me
We ain't gon' last baby
We ain't gon' last baby
Yeah somethin' tells me
We ain't gon' last baby
We ain't gon' last baby
We ain't gon' last baby
We ain't gon' last baby

Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I feel like you know what I'm about to say
Oh yeah, oh yeah
You know just what I'm about to say, huh
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Can we make it work, huh
Can we make it work
Let's make it work
Let's make it work, yeah
I know we can make it work
Let's make it work
We can make it work, come on
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Writer: BRYSON TILLER, TYLER MATTHEW CARL WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Always (Outro)

I'm just thinkin'
We started talkin' like two years ago, three years ago
Four years ago, somethin' like that
Uh, it's tough, you know, somethin' like that

Uh huh
Yeah, you know I tried to stop
Yeah, you know I tried
I tried to give you a little less of my time
Starting to feel like I'm never in my right mind
In my right mind (in my right mind)
Is it the right time, babe? (Is it the right time, babe?)
See you in the nighttime, babe
It's nighttime
Wish you had feelings like mine
But it feels like I'm still just a homie (homie)
Acting like you don't want me, yeah (why is that?)
No, shorty just don't do it for me
You do it for me, yeah

Say you done doing it for me, then say bye
Say bye (say bye, bye, bye)
Say-say now, girl say bye (bye, bye)
Say now, say goodbye, say goodbye

You know I tried, I really tried
Now you're right back on my mind
I feel the time just tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, passin' by
Thought this was always forever so I'm actin' wild
Would you lie to me babe?
No, that ain't right to me babe
You know I was here to stay
Ain't really got much left to say, please

Say you done doing it for me, then say bye
Say bye (say bye, bye, bye, gotta want me)
Say-say now, girl say bye (just leave me)
Say now, say goodbye, say goodbye (memories)

Overloaded
On all the memories and all the moments, yeah
When I look back to them it's hard to focus
I like to imagine the time being frozen
Oh, don't tell no lies, you wasn't mine
But hit my line up
Why? 'Cause you was tired of somebody
I won't say his name
I'm simply trying to forget everything
Since you don't remember anything
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Writer: Bryson Tiller, Joshua Huizar, Michael Cerda, Travis Walton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






True to Self is the second studio album by American singer Bryson Tiller.

The album was supported by the two singles: "Somethin Tells Me" and "Run Me Dry". In August 2017, Tiller started the Set It Off tour to promote the album.

True to Self debuted at number one on the Billboard 200, selling 107,000 album-equivalent units and 47,000 copies in the first week.
Genre(s): R&B, hip hop, trap
Producer(s): Allen Ritter, Ayo, Boi-1da, FrancisGotHeat, Frank Dukes, Gravez, IAMNOBODI, Illmind, Hollywood Hot Sauce, J-Louis, Keyz, Mahxie, NES, Xeryus G, Pro Logic, Soundz, Trvp Vee, Skyz Muzik, Swiff D, Teddy Walton, T-Minus, WondaGurl, Wow Jones[1]
Released: May 26th, 2017
Year: 2017

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