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by Bryson Tiller

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Exchange” is a song by Bryson Tiller. This page features time-synced lyrics that highlight each line as the song plays — press play to sing along in real time. The lyrics contain 51 lines.

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This what happen when I think about you

I get in my feelings, yeah

I start reminiscing, yeah

Next time around, fuck I want it to be different, yeah

Waiting on a sign, guess it's time for a different prayer

Lord please save her for me

Do this one favor for me

I had to change my player ways

Got way to complicated for me

I hope she's waiting for me

Everywhere she go, they playin' my song

That's why I say the things that I say

That way I know you can't ignore me

But so, so (Yeah)

So gimme all of you in exchange for me

Just give me all of you in exchange for me, for me

Break it down, yeah

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Yes sir, check

We used to lay up and then stay up

Have sex and then blow dank

I shouldn't have played no games with you

Just leveled up my rank

Last time I saw you we ain't speak that was strange

Guess it's nothing I can do, man it's true, exes change, yeah

Guess you changed for the better (Better)

I know you know how to make me jealous

I was never loyal, let you tell it, yo

But I'm ready to fix it if you ready, baby

But so, so (Yeah)

So gimme all of you in exchange for me

Just give me all of you in exchange for me, for me

For real shawty

Yeah, I know

Yeah, is you at Two Keys or Tin Roof?

Turn up with young Tiller, we just getting loose

Maybe, I'm low key feelin' you, don't be cynical

Won't fuck you over, wanna fuck you over and again

The truth is I ain't really here to start problems

Girl I swear to God, them hoes can't never say they got him

Know how bad you wanna tell 'em, don't try him

I don't wanna tell him, let's surprise 'em

I don't wanna get into it, why you stressin' him, I've been drivin'

Back and fourth, from Louisville to Lexington, mileage

On the whip, got your ass on my grip, college

Make you wanna strip for them dollars

Nah, girl I got a job for you

Swear to God I can do a lot for you

Saw you strollin' through the campus, I had to stop for you

I was scrollin' through the 'Gram, girl, I had to follow you

Say what's up with you?

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You got my soul

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This what happen when I think about you I get in my feelings, yeah I start reminiscing, yeah Next time around, fuck I want it to be different, yeah Waiting on a sign, guess it's time for a different prayer Lord please save her for me Do this one favor for me I had to change my player ways Got way to complicated for me I hope she's waiting for me Everywhere she go, they playin' my song That's why I say the things that I say That way I know you can't ignore me But so, so (Yeah) So gimme all of you in exchange for me Just give me all of you in exchange for me, for me Break it down, yeah Yes sir, check We used to lay up and then stay up Have sex and then blow dank I shouldn't have played no games with you Just leveled up my rank Last time I saw you we ain't speak that was strange Guess it's nothing I can do, man it's true, exes change, yeah Guess you changed for the better (Better) I know you know how to make me jealous I was never loyal, let you tell it, yo But I'm ready to fix it if you ready, baby But so, so (Yeah) So gimme all of you in exchange for me Just give me all of you in exchange for me, for me For real shawty Yeah, I know Yeah, is you at Two Keys or Tin Roof? Turn up with young Tiller, we just getting loose Maybe, I'm low key feelin' you, don't be cynical Won't fuck you over, wanna fuck you over and again The truth is I ain't really here to start problems Girl I swear to God, them hoes can't never say they got him Know how bad you wanna tell 'em, don't try him I don't wanna tell him, let's surprise 'em I don't wanna get into it, why you stressin' him, I've been drivin' Back and fourth, from Louisville to Lexington, mileage On the whip, got your ass on my grip, college Make you wanna strip for them dollars Nah, girl I got a job for you Swear to God I can do a lot for you Saw you strollin' through the campus, I had to stop for you I was scrollin' through the 'Gram, girl, I had to follow you Say what's up with you? You got my soul
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