Bryson Tiller - Last Call lyrics

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Bryson Tiller - Last Call lyrics

[Interlude / Skit: Bryson Tiller & Bryson Tiller's Future self] TRAPSOUL Incorporated, how may I help you? Hey, yo, I just wanted to call you and say bravo, bro, good job man Ayy, thank you, thank you, bro I'm proud, man, now you can get back to your album and focus But I know you couldn't do as much as you, you know you really wanted, but Yeah, I did what I could Look man, it was great talkin' to you, it's been a long time Yeah, likewise, bro for real And, uh, I really can't say much about the future, I can only give you little hints Yeah, I was— that's what I was about to ask Now get back to work, man, you know what to do Alright You got any shout-outs? Yeah, I got a few shout-outs now Man, shout-out to the boy Saint first and foremost, man It's been a minute since we worked together and, uh, it's the perfect time to get inspired, man Shout-out my boy Juan for encouraging me to get this sh*t done I definitеly was about to be like, "fu*k it" a couple timеs, but my boy came through Shout-out Julius Keys, man, for the bars, bro Up and coming talent from Louisville, man You know, it's always dope to work with new people Shout-out to Mars as well, thank you for the vocals, uh, that song wouldn't even be possible without you, so thank you And, uh, shout-out to all the artists and producers, man, who made this sh*t possible, I wouldn't even be able to do this sh*t without them, you know what I mean? All the artists and the original songs and sh*t, you know, love 'em all And, uh, man, shout-out to the fans for tunin' into this sh*t You know what I'm sayin', man, I'm in the studio, heavy, workin', I've got a couple albums on the way for y'all, so, stay stuned But let me cut this off, man, and just say this last thing: Whatever your talent is, whatever it is that you do, just keep doin' what you're doin', man, and know that you can manifest anything that you want in this life This is Killer Instinct 2, Bryson Tiller, Young Tiller, Pen Griffey God Tiller, whatever the fu*k you want to call me (Don't forget TJ, yeah) Have a happy Halloween, the nightmare's over