Bryson Tiller - ​first take lyrics

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Bryson Tiller - ​first take lyrics

[Hook: Travis Scott] Don't like what I saw This life without yours Despite I was lost Despite you got flaws Just let our love play its course Let you tell it What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours All the signs I ignored I play love like a sport [Verse 1: Travis Scott] Yeah, first take You ain't on time, you were late (Yeah!) When you around me, you're safe (Lit!) You can't go off of a heresay I know that look on your face You think you winnin' a race You think all I do is play (yeah!) I didn't put you in your place Then why you still here in my place? Yeah, thought so Yeah, and also You think too much, we all know You think too much, we all know I ain't tryna go back to war with your morals (yeah!) You can't k** the vibe, it's immortal (straight up!) I ain't buyin' it even though I can afford ya 'Cause I know... [Hook: Travis Scott] Don't like what I saw This life without yours Despite I was lost Despite you got flaws Just let our love play its course Let you tell it What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours All the signs I ignored I play love like a sport [Verse 2: Travis Scott] (Yeah!) This love won't grow 'less we find growth White on your nose, girl, won't you come over? Let's both find hoes Let's f** them both But you think too hard, we all know You think too hard, we all know So say nothin', nothin' 'Cause you think too hard, we all know Yeah, you know I'd rather lead it than follow You and me, baby, mano y mano Cause I know, I know [Hook: Travis Scott (Bryson Tiller)] Don't like what I saw (yeah) This life without yours (yeah, yeah) Despite I was lost (ayy) Despite you got flaws (ayy) Just let our love play its course (ohhh) Let you tell it What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours (All is yours) All the signs I ignored (uh, huh) I play love like a sport (Like a sport, no, yeah) [Verse 3: Bryson Tiller] Okay, lil mama I still ain't heard from lil mama We go back to Angliana When you was studying in college But I called you and brought you Out to Santa Monica Believed in you, I was your sponsor I got love for you, but I'm not in love Gave me affection Girl I was lost, she gave me direction Went through f**in' you with no protection All my blessings, girl you one of all my blessings You think I don't care about you? Girl you better call my best friend I got time to waste Girl I got time to waste Girl I cancelled everything Just to get back on the same page To finish the story But you would rather ignore me Your mama called to check on me But you won't even pick up the phone (Yea!) sh**, goddamn you feelin' yourself Out in Hollywood, you got a n***a with some wealth You ain't free tonight, I bet he call somebody else Tryna tell you I'm the last real n***a left You can hit me if you need help With your love problems, with your money problems I just might solve 'em, I just might solve 'em I just might solve 'em, I just might solve 'em I just might solve 'em [Outro: Bryson Tiller] Just call me Or you could just pick up the phone, baby I know, I know you're home, baby Baby, I know, I know