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like clockwork - bryson tiller lyrics

[intro]
yeah
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
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 sh*t, but it’s my turn now
and it should’ve been my first route
young tiller, what the f*ck was you worried about?
who was talkin’ all that sh*t? i’ma bury them now
i’ma tell it like it is, i’m airin’ ’em out

[verse 1]
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*ggas, they don’t even deserve the clout
i got real n*ggas 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 [birdies?] now
i kinda knew this sh*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*ggas greedy, and this is not one for all
this industry full of lames and a bunch of fraud n*ggas
so don’t ask me why ion’t f*ck with y’all n*ggas
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*ggas 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
[chorus]
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 sh*t, but it’s my turn now
and it should’ve been my first route
young tiller, what the f*ck was you worried about?
who was talkin’ all that sh*t? i’ma bury them now
i’ma tell it like it is, i’m airin’ ’em out

[verse 2]
matter of fact, i put this sh*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 sh*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*ck ’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*gga, i don’t care how you rank a n*gga
i blessed you, you really should be thankin’ a n*gga
i made your favorite rapper bring his a*game with him
and his a*game still can’t hang with ’em
f*ck 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*gga
i got the fire on the way, better wait, n*gga
godd*mn
[chorus]
i guess it all worked out
i’m gettin’ to it like clockwork now
my haters clocked in, they all burned out
they talk sh*t, but it’s my turn now
and it should’ve been my first route
young tiller, what the f*ck was you worried about?
who was talkin’ all that sh*t? i’ma bury them now
i’ma tell it like it is, i’m airin’ ’em out

- bryson tiller lyrics

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