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Bryson Tiller

Open Interlude

 

Open Interlude

(álbum: T R A P S O U L - 2015)


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 ashing our roaches
Throw them shits in a bowl and (smoke that shit up)
Rolling one and mow, now we fired up
Now we both looking high as fuck
I been waiting, but time is up
You ain't look me in the eye once
Fuck 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 coming
Don't wanna act all nonchalant, that would mean
That everything we talked about was all for nothing
Ohh, girl, you know I've been suffering
Mmm, hmmm, mmm
Mmm, hmmm, mmm
Baby I've been suffering, does that mean nothin'?
That's gotta mean something

Baby I would go insane for your love
Fuck what your friends say, girl that's gotta mean something
This became a little bit too much
Gotta watch my intake, that's gotta mean something
(This how it going, put that shit back in motion)
Gotta mean something
(Now I got your legs open)
(Promise everything gonna be kosher)
(T R A P S O U L)
(Young Tiller)

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