Yeah
Now's the time to just clear the air
Put this shit back in motion
Put this shit back in motion
Now you finally open, I'm just tryna be only
We been ashin' our roaches
Throw them shits in a bowl and (smoke that shit up)
Roll one mo' and we fired up (fired up)
Now we both lookin' high as fuck (yeah, high up)
I been waitin', but time's up (come here)
You ain't look me in the eye once (tryna hold back them tears)
Fuck it out you in five months
You ain't gotta be shy girl if-
Hol' up

You don't know how much
You've helped me grow, you've helped me grow, baby and
You don't know how much I've been tryna show you
I know you felt me though
Oh-oh, girl I saw this comin'
Don't wanna act all nonchalant
That would mean that everything we talked about was all for nothin'
Oh-oh, girl, you know I've been sufferin'
Mm-hm-hm, hold on
Mm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Baby, I've been sufferin'
Does that mean nothin'?
It's gotta mean somethin' (whoa, yeah, girl, whoa)

Baby, I would go insane for your love
Fuck what your friends say
Girl, that's gotta mean somethin' (oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah)
This became a little bit too much
Gotta watch my intake, that's gotta mean somethin'
Oh, oh yeah (this how it goin', put that shit back in motion)
Gotta mean somethin' (now I got your ass hopin')
(Promise everything gon' be kosher)
Damn yeah, Trapsoul
Young Tiller, young Tiller

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Writer(s): Adam Feeney, Alex Isley, Austin Owens, Bryson Tiller, Eric Weston Dunn, Ian Thomas