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Exchange Lyrics - Trapsoul - Bryson Tiller

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 play of 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 

 

So gimme all of you in exchange for me 

Just give me all of you in exchange for me, for me 

 

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Break it down, yeah 

Yes sir, check 

 

We use 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, ex's 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, so1 

 

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 2 Keys or Tin Roof? 

Turn up with young Tiller, we just getting loose 

Maybe, I'm low key feelin' you, don't be cynical 

I'ma fuck you over, wanna fuck you over then 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 him 

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 wassup witchu? You got my soul 

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