Bryson Tiller - Second Call lyrics

[Interlude / Skit: Bryson Tiller & Bryson Tiller's Future self] Yo Alright, bro Yeah, ha, yeah My bad, my bad, I'm fu*kin' with it Easy You got better, you got better at rappin' for sure but, yo Thank you, thank you, what's up? What's up with that singin' sh*t, ni**a? Wait, you been rappin' the whole tape so far, bro, it's Killer Instinct, man, we need some of them fu*kin' vocals I'ma, I'ma get to it, bro, I just, it's the singin' sh*t be takin' me a little longer Yeah, bro, don't be forgetting 'bout your R&B fans, bro, feed 'em Yeah, man, I feel it, but man, fu*k—, man, I'm just doin' me right now, man, chill out What you mean, chill out, ni**a? I'm you in the future And you should probably listen to what the fu*k I got to say I, I feel you, bro, but like my whole next album is just me singin', bro, I gotta—, I'm just kinda havin' fun right now Alright, so, give 'em a little bit of the singin' sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'? You ain't even really gotta do too much, just—, just a couple little songs and then you know, we'll let you go, get back to your album Alright... I'ma send you somethin' Ayy, look, look, man, I'm not hatin' on your rap sh*t, bro And I don't mean to lecture you But listen, man, look, when it's— You gotta remember of how you came—, hello?