Just Another Interlude Songtext
von 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 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 girl, that′s my nigga
Catch me out on Ocean Drive with her
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
Whichever one isn′t a hassle


Aw, damn, yeah, uh, 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
Say you gotta work from three to nine, oh
I'll get you home by a decent time

Wait, fuck your 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 your 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), oh
I know these other niggas 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, uh
So much to look forward to, baby, woah, hey
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

Ah, too lit for this shit right now
I′m too busy for this shit right now (hey)
Don′t wanna talk about this shit right now (hey)
I'ma wait and let you simmer down (hey)
You wasn′t with it, but you with it now
Don't tell him that you fuckin′ with Tiller
Nah, please don't
You′re still on the way