Bryson Tiller

Things Change
Maybe calling you up would fix things right now Are you listening right now, are you listening? Repeat, replay this just to make sure you don't miss things See I know, see I know how much you miss me, you miss me but... Things now are so different, you should see me now, I'm so different I know you like to say I went distant, but I went to woman from women How could you say you missed him? I gave you like ten percent, I I, I, I shorted you Hate my guts, of course you do Had you twisted like contortion, you Bent over like backwards for me Shawty, you had me spoiled too Love you ma, you know I do Then how the fuck I choose her over you? How? She like, "How could you leave?" Let things be Find you someone Miss the way you love me Don't call me for once Swear you're no fun You was loving him too SongtexteBut you swear you're the one Girl, you know I can't settle for it, try to tell myself I don't need that Yeah, I know that you classy, but you a freak too, I gotta see that No, I never get one time, I need two times, repeat that No, I never go too deep, I get lost in it, won't be back She would never get me back, it's an eviden relapse I been sober for too long, I'm done forever, I mean that Shit done had me two drinks that got me open, now I gotta speak facts In too deep, gotta evac, and I don't know where you lost me at But let's recap, ah! Things now are so different, you should see me now, I'm so different I know you like to say I went distant, but Went to woman from women How could you say you missed him? I gave you like ten percent, I I, I, I shorted you Hate my guts, of course you do Had you twisted like contortion, you Bent over like backwards for me Shawty, you had me spoiled too Love you ma, you know I do How'd I choose her over you? I see you hurt, I see you cry You see DC in my eyes You hit DC for a drive Threw my CD out the- See you playin' with' me now I'm sayin' honey I'm so eager now When I'm thinkin' it's best if we sit down See tell me, how does this weekend sound? And you'll see me 'round, see me out With a new thing, she CC'd out You like, "Come on B, that ain't even your style" "Come home B, let me see these hoes out" "Let me show 'em the ex" "Sit down hoe, let 'em know I'm the best" Face so cold, always go for they necks Stay so bold, too bold with a text, girl you over the edge Over the sex, I know it's for the best I don't wanna text, I don't wanna chat Stole your heart, think I won't give it back Girl, trust this shit been holdin'me back, you can have this shit Aus Songtexte Mania