I just give as much as money as I can as possible right
You’re just one of many, you have to understand that
Once you get that in your head, then you understand
Yo, okay, cool, I know how to treat this girl
Bitches like this, bro, she don’t even appreciate that shit
You can give her flowers and she’ll probably be, “Oh, yeah, nice”
And then put ’em on the counter and let them die
Huh-huh, huh-huh
Fuck it, let ’em die
Shawty mine is never homie I said, “Fuck it, nevermind”
I just ran into a homie, forgot she was hella fine
Ask you for a fans only for a couple bands only
Silly me to think that I could ever transform it
Shawty she the sceptic kind, that’s deception every time
I know ’bout the way she textin’ every time, she respond, yeah
Red is red, she left me, made me feel the blues heavy
Then she let me hit the dot, like the tulips already
I shut up [?] way she blew it already, yeah
She play mind games, I should’ve knew it already, yeah
Foolish already, guess it’s proof I’m not ready, yeah
I just do the most, told her, “Meet me on the boat”
And now she turned into a ghost
Shawty good at playin’ poltergheist when no one is her host
Haunted Hearts and Emotional Distance
“Ghost Interlude” by Bryson Tiller delves into the frustrations and disappointments of modern romance. The lyrics paint a picture of vulnerability, with the narrator expressing the futility of trying to impress or win over someone who remains emotionally detached. Tiller touches on feelings of being taken for granted, recognizing when efforts go unappreciated—like giving flowers that are left to wilt. The track explores themes of skepticism, unreciprocated affection, and the pain that comes with realizing a relationship is more ephemeral than substantial. Ultimately, the “ghost” becomes a metaphor for someone who disappears emotionally, leaving the protagonist wrestling with regret, self-doubt, and the harsh lessons of love lost.
Song Credits
- Artist: Bryson Tiller
- Release Year: 2024