Like Clockwork – Bryson Tiller Letra da música Like Clockwork . Acesse as músicas mais tocadas e lançamentos de Bryson Tiller.YeahYeah, yeahMan, I guess it all worked outI’m gettin’ to it like clockwork nowMy haters clocked in, they all burned outThey talk shit, but it’s my turn nowAnd it should’ve been my first routeYoung Tiller, what the fuck was you worried about?Who was talkin’ all that shit? I’ma bury them nowI’ma tell it like it is, I’m airin’ ’em outBut when I think about it, I should be blurrin’ ’em outYou can’t be in this picture, no certain, no howMan, these niggas, they don’t even deserve the cloutI got real niggas all in my circle nowI’m in the hills with a shawty, she workin’ outRight by the pool, and I got business mеrgers nowI love the viеw and I ain’t trippin’ off burdens nowI kinda knew this shit was comin’I’m learnin’ how, how to manifestI can’t stress it enough, galYou don’t believe in yourself, you won’t get nothin’ at allBut when you pleadin’ for help, you won’t gettin’ nothin’ at allYou niggas greedy, and this is not one for allThis industry full of lames and a bunch of fraud niggasSo don’t ask me why Ion’t fuck with y’all niggasBut I got Swan with me, and Richie and PardiNeil, Chase, Rol, Angela, Mike in AtlantaBut I know if I call him, he gon’ answer thenWe all family, T R A P S O U L, we at the GRAMMYs, yeahRap flows, but I’m croon like Sammy, yeahI think it’s clear why they don’t understand meI took the L’s that these niggas wanted to hand meAnd humbly, I fell back, makin’ a plan for meTo comeback healthyI don’t know what held me back for so longBut look nowMan, I guess it all worked outI’m gettin’ to it like clockwork nowMy haters clocked in, they all burned outThey talk shit, but it’s my turn nowAnd it should’ve been my first routeYoung Tiller, what the fuck was you worried about?Who was talkin’ all that shit? I’ma bury them nowI’ma tell it like it is, I’m airin’ ’em outMatter of fact, I put this shit in the furnace nowSo don’t be comin’ to me with all that word to mouthI got the flame and they sayin’ it’s burnin’ outBut if I light the shit again, I’m burnin’ it downI’ma write a hit again, I’m writin’ it nowI really couldn’t give a fuck ’bout who likin’ me nowI’m the guy that these critics is writin’ aboutBut what I’m writin worth a milli’, how could you feel me?Can’t nigga, I don’t care how you rank a niggaI blessed you, you should really be thankin’ a niggaI made your favorite rapper bring his A-game with himAnd his A-game still can’t hang with ’emFuck a hater and whoever came with himAnd this is to whoever lost faith in himCan’t tell me that, “Tiller ain’t great,” niggaI got the fire on the way, better wait, niggaGoddamnI guess it all worked outI’m gettin’ to it like clockwork nowMy haters clocked in, they all burned outThey talk shit, but it’s my turn nowAnd it should’ve been my first routeYoung Tiller, what the fuck was you worried about?Who was talkin’ all that shit? I’ma bury them nowI’ma tell it like it is, I’m airin’ ’em out Lançamentos de Músicas Category: Lançamentos de Músicas, Lançamentos Internacionais 2021, Músicas Rap