Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nowhere To Run, artist - Bryson Tiller. Date of issue: 30.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nowhere To Run |
| 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 |