Letra da Música Just Another Interlude de 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 four 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 three to nine, 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

[interlude]
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

Ahh, 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