Just Another Interlude Lyrics - Singles - Bryson Tiller

(Even though you're all alone 

All alone when I am gone 

I just wanna keep you warm 

I'm coming back, I'm coming back) 

(How I wanna touch) Look at her 

(I'm so far away, I'm so, all I wanna) 

(How I wanna touch) Look at lil mama, man Look at her 

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

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 ridin' wit' her 

Hey, sippin' somethin', bumpin' BIG "Hypnotize" wit' her 

Pray you get that job in Tampa 

That's only 4 hours away 

Take a car, take a plane 

Baby, whichever is faster 

Uh, whichever one isn't a hassle 

Aw damn yeah, uh 

Never knew no I never knew 

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

You into everything I'm into, ho 

I got some end that I can lend you, ho 

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

Say you gotta work from 3 to 9, oh 

I'll get you home by a decent time 

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

Let's make it happen girl I need some time 

Speakin' of time, who stopped it? 

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

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

I fuck your soul out, releasin' your spiritual 

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

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

You can ride on me, just like you ride the elliptical 

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

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

You know I'll work you out, get you right wit' your physical 

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Oh it's just another interlude 

Askin' all them questions 

Girl you know I don't do interviews 

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

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

Wifey now, you foldin' clothes, cookin' 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 tryna' get you in your birthday (suit) 

I know these other nigga's thirsty 

But please never entertain 'em cause' that would hurt me 

You feel me, yeah 

I know you feel me, oh 

I know you feel me, yeah yeah yeah 

Woah, woah, huh 

Girl I know you 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 

Ahhhh, too lit for this shit right now 

Too busy for this shit right now 

Hey, don't wanna talk about this shit right now 

I'mma wait and let you simmer down 

You wasn't wit' it, but you wit' it now 

Don't tell him that you fuckin' wit' Tiller 

Nah please don't 

You're still on your way