Artist: Travis Scott f/ Bryson Tiller
Album:  Birds in the Trap Sing McKnight
Song:   first take
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Chorus: 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

[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 around off a hearsay
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, kill the vibe, it's immortal (straight up!)
I ain't buyin' it even though I can afford it
Cause I know

[Chorus]

[Travis Scott]
(Yeah!)
This love won't grow, 'less we find growth
Wipe down your nose, girl, won't you come over?
Let's both find hoes, let's fuck them both
But you think too hard, we all know, you think too hard, we all know
Uhhh, 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

[Chorus]

[Bryson Tiller]
Yeah, yeah, yeeah
Ohh, ayy, ayy, yeah yeah
Ohh-whoa
All is yours, uh-huh
Like a sport no, yeah

Okay, lil momma, I still ain't heard from lil momma
We go back to Angliana, when you was studyin' 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, fuckin' you with no protection
All my blessings, girl you wanted 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 momma called to check on me but you won't even +Pick Up the Phone+ {yeah!}
Shit, goddamn you feelin' yourself (yeah) out in Hollywood, you got a nigga with some wealth (word?)
You ain't free tonight, I bet he call somebody else, tryna tell you I'm the last real nigga left (damn right)
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

[Outro: Bryson Tiller]
I just might solve 'em, just call me
Or you could just, pick up the phone baby
I know you're, I know you're home baby
Baby I know, I know