Bryson Tiller

Bryson Tiller - Just Another Interlude lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

(Even though you're all alone

All alone when I am gone

I just want to keep ya warm

I'm comin' back, I'm comin' back)

(How I want to touch) Look at her

(I'm so far away, I'm so, all I want to)

(How I want to touch) Look at little mama, man Look at her

(I'm so far away, I'm so, all I want to) That ain't my

(Verse)

That ain't my, that ain't my girl, that's my nigga

Catch me out on Ocean Drive wit' her

Aye, catch me in the whip riding wit' her

Hey, sipping something, bumping BIG "Hypnotize" wit' her

Pray ya get that job in Tampa

That's only 4 hours away

Take a car, take a plane

Baby, whicheva is faster

Uh, whicheva one isn't a hassle

Aw damn yeah, uh

Neva knew no I neva knew

That, you'd be a freak and a friend too, yeah

Ya into everythin' I'm into, ho

I got some end that I can lend ya, hoe

A piece of mind, baby come and get a piece of mine, chea

Say ya got to work from 3 to 9, oh

I'll get ya home by a decent time

Wait, fuck yo' bed ya can sleep in mine, yeah

Let's make it happen girl I need some time

Speaking of time, who stopped it?

That's the feeling that I get when we lock lips

I got the weed at the crib, and the liquor too

I fuck yo soul out, releasing yo spiritual

I'll be yo' muse, bring yo easel and pencils, too

Here ya go, ya tryna' tease wit' them pictures

Ya can ride on me, just like ya ride the elliptical

She said, 'I'm tryna' keep it tight for my nigga'

Girl unlike yo last nigga', all I need is mental

Ya know I'll work ya out, get ya right wit' yo physical

(Hook break)

Oh it's just another interlude

Asking all them questions

Girl ya know I don't do interviews

It's pitiful that when I'm wit' them other bitches I pretend it's ya

(Verse 2)

Oh, ya work at Kohl's, ya in Dental school

Wifey now, ya folding clothes, cooking dinner too

Young Tiller, girl I'm known as Pen Griffey too

It's only right that I swing by and hit it too

First base, second base, third base

I'm tryin' to get ya in yo birthday (suit)

I know these other nigga's thirsty

But please neva entertain em cuz that would hurt me

Ya feel me, yeah

I know ya feel me, oh

I know ya feel me, yeah yeah yeah

Woah, woah, huh

Girl I know ya feel me, yeah yeah yeah

So much to look forward to baby

Let's not rush into it, nah

Let's not rush into it

When we get to it, we can give it all that we got

(Outro)

Ah, too lit for this shit right now

Too busy for this shit right now

Hey, don't want to talk about this shit right now

I'mma wait and let ya simmer down

Ya wasn't wit' it, but ya with it now

Don't tell him that ya fucking wit' Tiller

Nah please don't

You're still on yo way

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