Resolution

Album cover art for "Resolution" by Bryson Tiller

Bryson Tiller - R&B, Remix

Resolution

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[Verse 1] I'm 'bout to turn this bird to my ex like I'm Elon Pull up to the club 'round twelve, word to Dijon Must've been a opp the way she toppin' all these peons She turned her location off, I need recon Remember when I took days off? Wish I could rewind 'Cause now a nigga feel laid off, you know I need mine I'm tryna get the crib paid off, stop actin' like I'm tryna take a bitch AWOL I'm at the factory, just tryna make a hit, Adolf No disrespect but I've been feelin' like this ain't all, I can have I'm flyin' out to Brisbane, y'all Lil' Aussie, tryna suck the membranes off Sit up on D, girl, get you whip paid off And you debt paid off, and your dress came off I'm in the jetlane, aw (I'm in the jetlane, aw) [Chorus] And I could go anywhere in this world Searchin' for you, be my girl You're like a dream come true (Come true) [Verse 2] I know it hurts 'cause You never thought I Could be the it guy Not like this, nah I been rich, why? Ever since twenty-five But now it's his time, his bein' mine I got no wife so it's for my kids, me and mine She got no life, been swindlin' me and mine They got it right, Young Tiller didn't see the signs But Slum Tiller, gon' tell these niggas, "Come get her" Don't get it fucked up now, I had fun with her (Yeah) I spent seven figures (Yeah) I tried to settle with her (Yeah) I tried to let her do her thang but she left quicker I'm on a jet with my—, I'm on a jet finna [Chorus] Take off and see all this world Take it from me, be my girl It's like a dream come true (Come true) [Bridge] Oh, hey, yeah, yeah Yeah (Yeah) Slum Tiller finna, Slum Tiller finna Tell these niggas, "Come get her", Slum Tiller finna Slum Tiller finna, Slum, Slum, Slum dawg, bummed out, hey, hey Slum dawg, bummed out, hey, hey Strip club, take her friends out, hey, hey Ayy, Swan, bring the ones out, hey Tell Neal bring the ones out, hey Terrance bring the ones out, hey Tell Richard, bring the ones out, hey, hey [Outro] I'm transparent, I ain't got nothin' to front about Shawty starin' like I'm 'bout to throw a hundred thou' She said to [?], "Grab, what's the fuss about?" I wanted marriage with your girl, I ain't the one in doubt I ain't the one in doubt, I ain't the one in doubt I ain't the one in doubt, I ain't the one in doubt I ain't the one in doubt Nah, I ain't sharin' with 'em, girl, go 'head and fuck around (Rain is fine) Go 'head and find out, go 'head and find out (Go 'head and find out, find out) Go 'head and find out (Find out) Ayy, you know where to find me at I'm in South Beach, Miami with it (Rain is fine) Yeah, South Beach, Miami where (Rain is fine) I'm not a tourist so baby, the (Rain is fine) Long way from Louisville, so baby, the (Rain is fine) (Rain is fine, rain is fine)

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  • Bryson Tiller