Bryson Tiller

Prize

Bryson Tiller

Bryson Tiller


Ooh, babe
Nobody does it like you, baby, no
(Uh-huh What? What? What?)

Look at you in this Audemars
shit, fuck all these broads, hey, no offense
She's very classy, yes, I noticed
Girl can't romance me 'cause I'm focused on you
Seizin' the moment
She is the sole reason I wrote this, yeah
Yeah, now she's in focus
I don't see nobody else, no, it's—, yeah-yeah
Yeah, tell me you like a song
and I'm singin' to you till mornin' come
Touchin' you till you harmonize, I know you
Hear me say this shit all the time
GratДful 'cause you are the prizД, I want you as mine (Mine)
(And she make me say)

Ooh, babe
Nobody does it like you, baby, no

I'm grateful (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, hey)
Grateful because you chose up on me
I can't be out here just hoein' 'round
Already know how karma works
it's spinnin' the block, it's goin' 'round
Hit up the club, I called you first
if you on my arm, I'm showin' out
Told me, "Leave them broads alone"
it's quiet for them, you know I did
Bachelor crib, don't call it home
what should I call it? No idea
No wife in a blouse, no spouse
no kids, no four-door whip to drive 'em in
No more hoes, done flyin' 'em in
I'm tryna come make you smile again (Be mine)
All you wanted was a lil' openness
and I told myself, "Better not tell
no tell no lies again (Can I?)
This ain't no joke thing, no, not again
Babe, be mine
(What? What?)
Ah-ah-ah

Ooh, babe
Nobody does it like you, baby, no
Yeah, yeah

I tried searchin' for it, I got nowhere, nowhere, and I
I looked everywhere for it and it's so hard to find
It's got my mind racin' all night, I try
It's alright, girl, take your time, take your time
Time (Hey, hey) , time (Hey, hey) , time (Hey, hey)
Time

Compositores: Ernest Eugene Iii Brown (Torch), Stephen Michael Feigenbaum, Bryson Tiller
ECAD: Obra #43547260

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