Bryson Tiller - Exchange (Remix) lyrics

Exchange (Remix) lyrics


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[Verse 1: Murder Mal] Shorty asked me "why you acting like that?" Told her its been that way, told her that sh** done changed Baby I ain't the same, part of me has gone away Still remember when that used to be my a**, girl If you need it, you don't even gotta ask, girl I pay attention like I'm tryna pa** a cla**, girl You played me well, I ain't even see ya mask, girl Look at me, look at us, look at I I'll admit it, girl, you even made me cry Used to jack you hard, always said that you was mine But sh** changed, rearranged when you f**ed another guy Damn, goddamn you is slime Can't believe that I would ever be so blind Yeah, can't believe that I just wasted all my time Confused lust with love man, that sh** is hard to find Let it go, let it go, told me let it go Will I ever use my heart again, I'll never know sh** cold, used to burn, now my sh** is froze I'm a dog off the leash, and now I'm chasing hoes Damn, when I was with you, I was different I was happy, feeling good, I was lifted Did me wrong, changed my views, got my sh** confused Ex's change for the better but you'll always my boo You said I try to you play that's a lie I'm the best you ever had, girl, f** them other guys Used to call me on my cellphone, late nights, when you need my love, now it ain't nice Always arguing and it ain't right Rolling over backwards for someone else Damn Tiller [Break 1] Break it down, yeah Yes sir, check [Verse 2: Bryson Tiller] We used to lay up and then stay up Have s** and then blow dank I shouldn't have played no games with you, just levelled up my rank Last time I saw you we ain't speak, that was strange Guess it's nothing I can do, man, it's true, ex's change, yeah Guess you changed for the better (better) I know you know how to make me jealous I was never loyal, let you tell it, yo But I'm ready to fix it if you ready, baby But so, so [Hook] So give me all of you in exchange for me Just give me all of you in exchange for me, for me [Break 2] For real shawty Yeah, I know [Verse 3: Bryson Tiller] Yeah, is you at 2 Keys or Tin Roof? Turn up with young Tiller, we just getting loose Maybe I'm lowkey feelin' you, don't be cynical Won't f** you over, wanna f** you over and again The truth is ain't really here to start problems Girl, I swear to God them hoes can't never say they got him Know how bad you wanna tell 'em, "don't try him" I don't wanna tell him, let's surprise him I don't wanna get into it, why you stressin' him, I've been drivin' Back and forth, from Louisville to Lexington, mileage On the whip, got your a** in my grip College make you wanna strip for them dollars Nah girl, I got a job for you, swear to God I can do a lot for you Saw you strollin' through the campus, I had to stop for you I was scrollin' through the 'gram, girl, I had to follow you Say what's up with you? You got my soul

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