Bryson Tiller - Like Clockwork (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Bryson Tiller - Like Clockwork (en) Lyrics
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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 shit, but it's my turn now
And it should've been my first route
Young Tiller, what the fuck
was you worried about?
Who was talkin’ all that shit?
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 niggas, they don’t
even deserve the clout
I got real niggas all in my circle now
I'm in the hills with a shawty,
she workin’ out
Right by the pool, and I got
business mеrgers now
I love the viеw and I ain't
trippin' off burdens now
I kinda knew this shit 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 niggas greedy, and this
is not one for all
This industry full of lames and
a bunch of fraud niggas
So don't ask me why Ion't
fuck with y'all niggas
But I got Swan with me,
and Richie and Pardi
Neil, Chase, Rol, 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 croon
like Sammy, yeah
I think it's clear why they
don't understand me
I took the L's that these
niggas 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
I'm gettin' to it like clockwork now
Who was talkin' all that shit?
I'ma bury them now
Matter of fact, I put this
shit 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 shit again,
I'm burnin' it down
I'ma write a hit again,
I'm writin' it now
I really couldn't give a fuck
'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 nigga, I don't care
how you rank a nigga
I blessed you, you should really
be thankin' a nigga
I made your favorite rapper
bring his A-game with him
And his A-game still
can't hang with 'em
Fuck 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," nigga
I got the fire on the way,
better wait, nigga
Goddamn
I guess it all worked out
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