Album Name

A N N I V E R S A R Y (Deluxe)

Artist

Bryson Tiller

Genre

R&B/Soul

Release Date

2021.02.26

Release Agency

Sony Music

Yeah
Yeah yeah
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 birdies 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 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 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
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
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 really should
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
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