Young Bullard - Tell Me Why Lyrics

Tell me why you don't, like you Bryson Tiller
Why you never love me, actin like I never feel it
Gave you everything, baby why you have to kill it
Damn you got lot of wishes but you never understanding
Yeah so why tell me
Why do I deliver, but I never get returns
Hit it in the morning baby give ya want ya earned
Yeah lil mama stunning disappearing like a bird
I promise checking on the paper is my only concern

I just caught the vibe now my life gettin betta
Got demons in my closet that I tired to never settle
Yeah so I been on the run tryna stay away from trouble
Startin rappin out my thoughts, and now we all chasin cheddar
We gotta get to this paper, no we ain't worried bout later
Yeah I'm so sorry lil lady, them dirty feelings dont faze me
Cuz I been doin me latley, them pussys still tryna play me
Its Nick-B, Ace goin crazy, we smokin on confidential
Say my game is impressive, and I can tell that she peepin
Her friends are talkin all crazy, no tellin what they been feeding
Scheming tryna play me out, swear to God she ain't leavin
I see the sparkle inside, I'm looking deep in ya eyes

Tell me why you don't, like you Bryson Tiller
Why you never love me, actin like I never feel it
Gave you everything, baby why you have to kill it
Damn you got lot of wishes but you never understanding
Yeah so why tell me
Why do I deliver, but I never get returns
Hit it in the morning baby give ya want ya earned
Yeah lil mama stunning disappearing like a bird
I promise checking on the paper is my only concern

Conversations of blessings, I start to spittin Baredda
Catch me creepin with felons, we throwin pounds by the barrel
You gone need you a shovel, escape the holes that we buried
Playin pussy wit me, and throwin words like you betta
I stay 1 thousand with my game, posted up lookin clean
Buyin drinks for all the bad ones coming home with the team
Yeah I'm crusin in the Mero, rollin up lookin mean
Got models strippin on the pole for the dollas & cream
We bout it paper chasin, tell her that we running it up
So get The f*ck up out my face why you be talkin a bunch
I've always had the baddest bitches nothin new on the front
Pullin rabbits out the hole, I guess you down on ya luck

Tell me why you don't, like you Bryson Tiller
Why you never love me, actin like I never feel it
Gave you everything, baby why you have to kill it
Damn you got lot of wishes but you never understanding
Yeah so why tell me
Why do I deliver, but I never get returns
Hit it in the morning baby give ya want ya earned
Yeah lil mama stunning disappearing like a bird
I promise checking on the paper is my only concern