Nowhere To Run - Bryson Tiller

Look down on it

Look down on it

Baby, aye

Yeah, aye

Yeah, yeah, aye

Yeah, yeah

Aye

Look down on it

Everything good and you know that I want it

Swoop down on you (yeah)

Yeah, I see something in you lil' mama

Ice drink pouring (yeah)

Never stay around for a nigga that often

I’m just tryna talk with you (yeah)

Something seems wrong with you

Girl, I know you really wanna come down, baby yeah

There is nowhere for you to run now, baby yeah

Aye-yeah

I know you want a real one, baby yeah

Is that right

You scream middle night

Girl you know I’m waiting on you late night

Late night

All your friends are leaving by midnight

Henny ain’t the only thing that feel right

You say you married, that ain’t what it look like

Look like (Ohh)

All your friends are leavin'

Swoop down on it, swoop down on it

Birthday suit, that’s your new style on it

Birthday coupé that’s a new 500

You’re too fly for me

Too fly, honey

You’re coop fly, ooh ma'

They don’t make 'em like you, I do

Get me fitted for a suit top, whoosah

Do not, don’t listen to that

Hoorah, who’s hot, who’s not, that’s weak

I saw you and told my niggas wait that’s me (me)

Saw you and they say you embracing your physique

Sorry, but I can’t help but think it was for me

She naughty, we left the party

I had to

Look down on it

Everything good and you know that I want it

Swoop down on you (yeah)

Something seems wrong with you

Girl, I know you really wanna come down, baby yeah

There is nowhere for you to run now, baby yeah

Aye-yeah

I know you want a real one, baby yeah

Is that right?

You scream middle night

Girl, you know i’m waiting on you late night

Late night

All you friends are leaving by midnight

Henny ain’t the only thing that feel right

You say you married that ain’t what it look like

Aye

Who gon' cover the bill?

I guess I deliver man

All these drinks we done spilled

I keep the bottle on chill

Say that you new to this, I’m not you, baby

Tell them other niggas I rock too crazy

Ass made a nigga do six one-eighties

Put your Louis purse in the back of the white Mercedes, yeah

It’s going off in here

Black Audi to match the Audemars

I’m here with all my peers, I drip

Dolce 'til i disappear in the whip

I spend like double ya niggas rent

I get two shots of whatever, since all the Hennys out

Pistol dressed, ass too big for me to sketch it out

Why do y’all girls buy clothes if y’all gon' strech them out

Too loud in my section, they tryna spell it out

Balcony at Liv, I saw you headed for the exit

And that shit gon' leave me restless if I never make this move and try to

(swoop down)

Look down, yeah (swoop down)

You gotta look, baby

Look down (swoop down)

Look down, (swoop down)

Look down

You gotta swoop down

Swoop down

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah