Like Clockwork (Explicit) - Bryson Tiller (布莱森·提勒)

Lyrics by：Bryson Tiller/Philip Anthony Coleman, Jr./Carlos Martin/Luca Starz/Philipp Rodrian/Jeremias Volk

Composed by：Bryson Tiller/Philip Anthony Coleman, Jr./Carlos Martin/Luca Starz/Philipp Rodrian/Jeremias Volk

Yeah

Yeah yeah

Man I guess it all worked out

I'm gettin' to it like clockwork now

My haters clocked in they all burned out

They talk s**t but it's my turn now

And it should've been my first route

Young Tiller what the f**k was you worried about

Who was talkin' all that s**t

I'ma bury them now

I'ma tell it like it is I'm airin' 'em out

But when I think about it I should be blurrin' 'em out

You can't be in this picture no certain no how

Man these n***as they don't even deserve the clout

I got real n***as all in my circle now

I'm in the hills with a shawty she workin' out

Right by the pool and I got business mergers now

I love the view and I ain't trippin' off birdies now

I kinda knew this s**t was comin'

I'm learnin' how how to manifest

I can't stress it enough gal

You don't believe in yourself you won't get nothin' at all

But when you pleadin' for help you won't gettin' nothin' at all

You n***as greedy and this is not one for all

This industry full of lames and a bunch of fraud n***as

So don't ask me why Ion't f**k with y'all n***as

But I got Swan with me and Richie and PARTY

And then Chase Roll Angela Mike in Atlanta

But I know if I call him he gon' answer then

We all family T R A P S O U L we at the GRAMMYs yeah

Rap flows but I'm cool like Sammi yeah

I think it's clear why they don't understand me

I took the L's that these n***as wanted to hand me

And humbly I fell back makin' a plan for me

To comeback healthy

I don't know what held me back for so long

But look now

Man I guess it all worked out

I'm gettin' to it like clockwork now

My haters clocked in they all burned out

They talk s**t but it's my turn now

And it should've been my first route

Young Tiller what the f**k was you worried about

Who was talkin' all that s**t

I'ma bury them now

I'ma tell it like it is I'm airin' 'em out

Matter of fact I put this s**t in the furnace now

So don't be comin' to me with all that word to mouth

I got the flame and they sayin' it's burnin' out

But if I light the s**t again I'm burnin' it down

I'ma write a hit again I'm writin' it now

I really couldn't give a f**k 'bout who likin' me now

I'm the guy that these critics is writin' about

But what I'm writin worth a milli' how could you feel me

Can't n***a I don't care how you rank a n***a

I blessed you you really should be thankin' a n***a

I made your favorite rapper bring his A-game with him

And his A-game still can't hang with 'em

F**k a hater and whoever came with him

And this is to whoever lost faith in him

Can't tell me that Tiller ain't great n***a

I got the fire on the way better wait n***a

Godd**n

I guess it all worked out

I'm gettin' to it like clockwork now

My haters clocked in they all burned out

They talk s**t but it's my turn now

And it should've been my first route

Young Tiller what the f**k was you worried about

Who was talkin' all that s**t

I'ma bury them now

I'ma tell it like it is I'm airin' 'em out