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bryson tiller - taking time to speak my truth honestly* كلمات أغنية

[verse]
brace yourself, take your time, this sh_t is not a diss
make your mind up, don’t make no time for him at my expense
you see, i know you fine sh_t, you put on sh_t that’s timeless
like chanel from 96′, them ysl high’s cl!ckin’
when you step inside the baccarat hotel, them diamonds glistening
hit casablanca in morocco doin’ high_end sh_t
biggest yacht, i copped it, helicopters, how i spin sh_t
i ain’t make this sh_t to not spend sh_t
but then you pop your sh_t and do it with versace lipstick, and i got defensive
to me this sh_t is cheap but time expensive
i gavе you more and learned my lеsson, poor me, but you my blessin’
i’m stressin’, still get you that hermès kelly
we used to shop at the forever, talk about forever
you gon’ look twenty_one forever, gon’ be hot forever
doin’ sh_t, ain’t gotta ask me, i spend that knot forever
new n_gga gon’ get his ass beat, i do it acapella
signed his jaw to roc_a_fella thinkin’ he gon’ stunt on my expense
touch the culinan, i cut ’em on some culinary sh_t
tryna step on sh_t, no red bottoms, bl__dy mary sh_t
you care about em’? tell ’em, “cut it, all that f_ckin’ arrogance” (shh)
airin’ sh_t, rappin’ like carter, no aaron sh_t
rest in peace, i want candy paint, my whip
i’m berry rich, embarrassing how i just—
i just keep givin’ you more
why’d i try to find solace through my vices when we split?
put a sheisty on and try to find my wifey in the strip
club i know that ain’t like bryson, but i had to write that hit
turn tricks, lookin’ at me like, “boy, you ain’t learn sh_t”
but then my earnings tripled, what i learned was just be earnest with ’em
and it’s workin’, huh? i can finally go get you that birkin
i can finally get you that whip that you been askin’ for, that trip that you been askin’ for
but you still trippin’ off the last ho
i ain’t even come ask who you let smash, i detached from you
left it in the past when i put you through the mattress
took you back to saks fifth, spent racks on you, these facts here
motherf_ck’ last year, let’s punt that through the stratosphere
all i see is mad tears, trust, i understand the fear
i can’t let it shake me, why the f_ck you think i’m standin’ here?
i miss huggin’ you up under restoration, chandeliers
and i’m manic here without you and that’s—
[outro]
well, that’s the best way i can put it, for real, you know

- bryson tiller

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