Tell Me Why

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 fuck 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