Bryson Tiller
Bryson Tiller - Overtime songtekst
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[Voicemail:] You know how I feel about like...us And about like...how I wanna go But you never tell me how you feel about it How you wanna go about it I've been working on it, putting in overtime Putting in overtime, putting in over- I've been putting in work, you know I've been Working overtime, working overtime Working over I've been working on it, putting in overtime Putting in overtime, putting in over- I've been putting in work, you know I've been Working overtime, working overtime Working over Sitting in a whip on the strip, get to stripping My windows is tinted, let's go My backseat ain't empty, we just left the Fendi We getting it all over the clothes This is why I need the Phantom, this is why I need the Phantom And you know business getting handled Wonder where you at, I just might hold you for ransom No that's something your nigga can't fathom Aw man, he just bought a Balmain He thought that would keep her 'round But he thought wrong, nothing at all That's what she got on And she will get up and leave him for me, I know I mean how could he not know? Cause see I've been working for it, putting in overtime Putting in overtime, putting in over- I've been putting in work, you know I've been Working overtime, working overtime Working over I've been working OT Tryna show you what it's like just to know me And ever since that day you approached me I been thinking 'bout you and you only And we just like to fuck, that and nothing else Fuck falling in love, that's for someone else I break the bank for you, 'til no money left Now I done caught feelings worth more than millions And I feel it, you hurting and I'm healing Girl that nigga ain't worth it, I know you hear me I know we said we wouldn't let it get this far Now I want it for myself, that's his loss Oh he mad huh? Is he pissed off? Too bad, nigga should've been on his job You know I deserve it, I've been working this hard Ay, is- is you, is you, with it? Yeah (Been working this hard) Po' it up, sip it up, getting lit as fuck We been fucking, on the couch, on the bed Baby girl on my mind, hol' up - there it go Damn, no baby I'm kinda looking for her - for you For you to be my pride, and the mother of my child Oh yeah