Just Another Interlude - 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

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