Letra de Ghost Interlude - Bryson Tiller

I just give as much as money as I can as possible right

You're just one of many, you have to understand that

Once you get that in your head, then you understand

Yo, okay, cool, I know how to treat this girl

Bitches like this, bro, she don't even appreciate that shit

You can give her flowers and she'll probably be, "Oh, yeah, nice"

And then put 'em on the counter and let them die

Huh-huh, huh-huh

Fuck it, let 'em die

Shawty mine is never homie I said, "Fuck it, nevermind"

I just ran into a homie, forgot she was hella fine

Ask you for a fans only for a couple bands only

Silly me to think that I could ever transform it

Shawty she the sceptic kind, that's deception every time

I know 'bout the way she textin' every time, she respond, yeah

Red is red, she left me, made me feel the blues heavy

Then she let me here to die, like the tulips already, yeah

Shut up in dandelions, the way she blew it already, yeah

She play mind games, I should've knew it already, yeah

Foolish already, guess it's proof I'm not ready, yeah

I just do the most, told her, "Meet me on the boat"

And now she turned into a ghost

Shawty good at playin' poltergheist when no one is her host

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