Just Another Interlude

Bryson Tiller


[Sample from Drake’s song “Bria’s Interlude”]
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 you (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 with her, ay
Catch me in the whip ridin' with her, hey
Sippin' somethin', bumpin' B.I.G. - Hypnotize with her
Pray you get that job in Tampa
That's only four hours away
Take a car, take a plane, baby, whichever is faster, ho
Whichever one isn't a hassle, oh, damn, yeah, ho
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, yeah
You 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 with 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 with your physical

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 with them other bitches I pretend it's you

Oh, you work at Kohl's, you in Dental school
Wifin' 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), ho
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
I know you feel me, yeah, yeah, yeah
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

Ahh, too lit for this shit right now
I'm too busy for this shit right now
Aye, don't wanna talk about this shit right now
Aye, I'mma wait and let you simmer down
Aye, you wasn't with it but you with it now
Don't tell him that you fuckin' with Young Tiller, nah
Please, don't
You're still on your way

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