Just Another Interlude

Lyrics

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
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:04
Key
1
Tempo
93 BPM

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