Overtime lyrics by Bryson Tiller

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's it 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've been 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 bride, and the mother of my child
Oh yeah a

Run Me Dry lyrics by Bryson Tiller

I think she love me, 'cause I got the check on me
Wan' spend the day and flex on me
Put a curse and hex on me
Scratch out my name, put the X on me
You should come check on me
Talk dirty and caress on me
Fuck it, might as well get undressed for me
Love how you get that pussy wet for me
Put a lot of stress on me
You used to obsess for me
Call the station and request for me
You done went and got a big head on me
You're running me dry
Oh girl, you're running me dry
Cried my last tear drop
Saw bad when I told her bring it here
Drop down, pick it up up up
Swing it around, I'ma go go go
Drop that, down, I'ma pick it up up up
Swing it around, I'ma go go go
Oh, you tryna roll
Let's go, let's go, yeah
Oh, you're the reason I even
Saw bad when I told her bring it here
Drop down, pick it up up up
Swing it around, I'ma go go go
Drop that, down I'ma pick it up up up
Swing it around, I'ma go go go
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Used to break my neck for you
Spend my paycheck on you
Put my account in the red for you
Damn near put myself in debt for you
You made me obsessed for you
Thought I had the same effect on you
Couldn't see I was the best for you
Now you gotta figure out what's next for you
Now you feel regret, oh do you?
Baby, I could care less for you
Trust, I'm not even sweating you
You ran me dry, better yet it's still you
Out of respect for you
I curved bitches on the internet for you
I, lost all respect for you
Baby, it's my turn to flex on you
You're running me dry
Oh girl, you're running me dry
Cried my last tear drop
Saw bad when I told 'em bring it here
Drop down, pick it up up up
Swing it around, I'ma go go go
Drop that, down, I'ma pick it up up up
Swing it around, I'ma go go go
Oh, you tryna roll
Let's go, let's go, yeah
Oh, you're the reason I even
Saw bad when I told her bring it here
Drop down, pick it up up up
Swing it around, I'ma go go go
Drop that, down I'ma pick it up up up
Swing it around, I'ma go go go a

We Both Know lyrics by Bryson Tiller

Ayy, yeah
I'm not your, your man, baby
No, I can't do what a man should be doing for you
Trying my best to pull through for you, yeah, yeah
Listen, few years we been at it, so much static
I been calling you sporadically
Same old shit, pack your bags, come lay back with
me, ayy
Last time that we fucked, that shit was cinematic
I don't expect for you to settle for me
But I hate it when you say to me
"You're done playing games with me
Done tryna wait for me, still check for me
You can't get away from me, yeah, yeah
Go tell them you still love me, yeah
Don't know it but you're stuck with me, yeah
By now you know you're stuck with me, oh, oh,
yeah, yeah, yeah"
You say I'm talking like I don't wanna wife
I just wanna fuck, you damn right
Treat you like a queen and like that's just for me,
you damn right

Girl, you damn right, yeah, right
Pull up, at the party with the juice
Looked at me like, "Damn boy, you brought
everything but the truth"
Girl, you used to be cool, that's why I started
fucking with you
Baby, it feel like the real thing, we used to love
without no rules
True, tell me when did you get so confused?
Who told you I belong to you?
I can only be alone with you
Never on the road with you
Fuck you like you're mine, that's what I'm supposed
to do
Yeah, just like you're mine
You encourage me to do what's right, do what's
right
Yeah, you say that shit and turn around
Hit my line, say, "Come by," fuck on you one more
time
We both know this ain't one more time
We both know, ayy
I try to play it off like I'll be fine but I won't, I won't,
I won't
Oh girl, oh baby, baby
True a