Even though you’re all alone
All alone when I am gone
I just wanna keep you warm
I’m coming back, I’m coming back
(How I wanna touch you) Look at her
(I’m so far away, I’m so, all I wanna)
(How I wanna touch) Look at lil’ mama, man look at her
(I’m so far away, I’m so, all I wanna) That ain’t my
That ain’t my, that ain’t my girl, that’s my nigga
Catch me out on Ocean Drive wit’ her
Ayy, catch me in the whip ridin’ wit’ her
Hey, sippin’ somethin’, bumpin’ B.I.G “Hypnotize” wit’ her
Pray you get that job in Tampa
That’s only four hours away
Take a car, take a plane
Baby, whichever is faster
Uh, whichever one isn’t a hassle
Aw damn, yeah, uh, ho
Never knew, no, I never knew
That you’d be a freak and a friend too, yeah
You into everything I’m into, ho
I got some end that I can lend you, ho
A piece of mind, baby, come and get a piece of mine, yeah
Say you gotta work from three to nine, oh
I’ll get you home by a decent time
Wait, fuck yo’ bed, you can sleep in mine, yeah
Let’s make it happen, girl, I need some time
Speakin’ of time, who stopped it?
That’s the feelin’ that I get when we lock lips
I got the weed at the crib, and the liquor too
I fuck your soul out, releasin’ your spiritual
I’ll be yo muse, bring your easel and pencils, too
Here you go, you tryna tease wit’ them pictures
You can ride on me, just like you ride the elliptical
She said, “I’m tryna keep it tight for my nigga'”
Girl, unlike your last nigga, all I need is mental
You know I’ll work you out, get you right wit’ your physical
Oh, it’s just another interlude
Askin’ all them questions
Girl, you know I don’t do interviews
It’s pitiful that when I’m wit’ them other bitches, I pretend it’s you
Oh, you work at Kohl’s, you in dental school
Wifin’ now, you foldin’ clothes, cookin’ dinner too
Young Tiller, girl, I’m known as Pen Griffey too
It’s only right that I swing by and hit it too
First base, second base, third base
I’m tryna get you in your birthday (Suit), oh
I know these other niggas thirsty
But please never entertain ’em ’cause that would hurt me
You feel me, yeah
I know you feel me, oh
I know you feel me, yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, huh
Girl, I know you feel me, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
So much to look forward to baby, woah, hey
Let’s not rush into it, nah
Let’s not rush into it
When we get to it, we can give it all that we got
Ah, too lit for this shit right now
I’m too busy for this shit right now (Hey)
Don’t wanna talk about this shit right now (Hey)
I’ma wait and let you simmer down (Hey)
You wasn’t wit’ it, but you wit’ it now
Don’t tell him that you fuckin’ wit’ Tiller
Nah, please don’t
You’re still on the way?
Intimate Confessions and Honest Reflections
“Just Another Interlude” by Bryson Tiller offers a deeply personal glimpse into the complexities of modern relationships. The song captures a moment between two people navigating distance, desire, and the blurred lines between friendship and romance. Tiller’s lyrics are direct and conversational, filled with confessions of longing and vulnerability. He touches on the challenges of balancing ambition with intimacy, expressing the tension of wanting to be close despite obligations and physical separation. The interlude’s stream-of-consciousness style draws listeners into Tiller’s world, where emotional honesty and sensuality collide.
Between Reality and Fantasy
Tiller skillfully blends everyday scenarios—like car rides, late-night talks, and dreams of the future—with raw admissions about past relationships and present temptations. The narrative feels both spontaneous and reflective, as he grapples with jealousy, loyalty, and the hope for something deeper. Ultimately, “Just Another Interlude” stands out for its relatable storytelling and the way it turns ordinary moments into something memorable and heartfelt.
Song Credits
- Artist: Bryson Tiller
- Songwriters: Bryson Tiller
- Release Year: 2015