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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 'bout 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 too 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 give me 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 could do, man, it's true, exes change, yeah
Aye, 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 give me all of you in exchange for me
Just give me all of you in exchange for me, for me
For real, shawty
You already know
Yeah, is you at Two Keys or Tin Roof?
Turn up with young Tiller, we just gettin' loose
Maybe I'm lowkey 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 'em, let's surprise 'em
I don't wanna get into it, why you stressin' him?
I've been drivin' back and forth, from Louisville to Lexington, mileage
On the whip, got your ass in my grip
College make you wanna strip for them dollars
Nah, girl, I got a job for you
Swear to God I could 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
Written by: Bryson Tiller, Javelyn Hall, MICHAEL O. JOHNSON JR., Michael Hernandez, Michael Johnson
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