Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Songwriter
Javelyn Hall
Javelyn Hall
Songwriter
Foreign Teck
Foreign Teck
Songwriter
MICHAEL O. JOHNSON JR.
MICHAEL O. JOHNSON JR.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller
Recording Engineer
The MeKanics
The MeKanics
Producer
Black Mic
Black Mic
Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
McCoy
McCoy
Assistant Engineer
Foreign Tek
Foreign Tek
Producer

Lyrics

This what happen when I think about you I get in my feelings, yeah I start reminiscing, yeah Next time around, fuck 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 player 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 (Yeah) 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 used to lay up and then stay up Have sex and then blow dank I shouldn't have played no games with you Just leveled 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, exes 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 (Yeah) 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 Two Keys or Tin Roof? Turn up with young Tiller, we just getting loose Maybe, I'm low key feelin' you, don't be cynical Won't fuck you over, wanna fuck you over and again The truth is I ain't really here to start problems Girl I swear to God, them 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 'em 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 what's up with you? You got my soul
Writer(s): Michael O. Jr Johnson, Bryson Tiller, Javalyn N Hall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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