Everywhere She Go They Playin My Song Lyrics

Everywhere She Go They Playin My Song Lyrics is Sung by Bryson Tiller. Exchange Lyrics is written by Teris Vinson.

Song Details

Song Title Exchange
Singer Bryson Tiller
Album T R A P S O U L
Songwriter Bryson Tiller & Teris Vinson
Label Bryson Tiller

Everywhere She Go They Playin My Song Lyrics

[Verse 1]
This what happen when I think ’bout you
I get in my feelings, yeah
I start reminiscing, yeah
Next time around, fk, I want it to be different, yeah
Waiting on a sign, guess it’s time for a different prayer
Lord, please save her for me, do this one favor for me
I had to change my player ways, got way too complicated for me
I hope she’s waiting for me
Everywhere she go they playin’ my song
That’s why I say the things that I say
That way I know you can’t ignore me
But so, so (Yeah)

[Chorus]
So give me all of you in exchange for me
Just give me all of you in exchange for me, for me

[Break 1]
Break it down, yeah
Yes sir
Check

[Verse 2]
We used to lay up and then stay up
Have sex and then blow dank
I shouldn’t have played no games with you, just leveled-up my rank
Last time I saw you we ain’t speak, that was strange
Guess it’s nothing I can do, man, it’s true, exes change, yeah
Ayy, guess you changed for the better (Better!)
I know you know how to make me jealous
I was never loyal, let you tell it, yo
But I’m ready to fix it if you ready, baby
But so, so (Yeah)

[Chorus]
So give me all of you in exchange for me
Just give me all of you in exchange for me, for me

[Break 2]
For real shawty
You already know

[Verse 3]
Yeah, is you at Two Keys or Tin Roof?
Turn up with young Tiller, we just gettin’ loose
Maybe I’m lowkey feelin’ you, don’t be cynical
Won’t fk you over, wanna fk you over and again
The truth is I ain’t really here to start problems
Girl, I swear to God them hoes can’t never say they got him
Know how bad you wanna tell ’em, “don’t try him”
I don’t wanna tell ’em, let’s surprise ’em
I don’t wanna get into it – why you stressin’ him? I’ve been drivin’
Back and forth, from Louisville to Lexington, mileage
On the whip, got your ass in my grip
College make you wanna strip for them dollars
Nah girl, I got a job for you, swear to God I can do a lot for you
Saw you strollin’ through the campus, I had to stop for you
I was scrollin’ through the ‘gram, girl, I had to follow you
Say what’s up with you?
You got my soul

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