Just Another Interlude

[Sample from Drake’s song “Bria’s Interlude”]

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 with her, ay

Catch me in the whip ridin' with her, hey

Sippin' somethin', bumpin' B.I.G. - Hypnotize with her

Pray you get that job in Tampa

That's only four hours away

Take a car, take a plane, baby, whichever is faster, ho

Whichever one isn't a hassle, oh, damn, yeah, 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

You say you gotta work from 3 to 9, 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 with 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 with 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 with 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), ho

I know these other nigga's thirsty

But please never entertain ‘em cause' that would hurt me

You feel me?

Yeah, I know you feel me

I know you feel me, yeah, yeah, yeah

Girl, I know you feel me, yeah, yeah, yeah

So much to look forward to, baby

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

Ahh, too lit for this shit right now

I'm too busy for this shit right now

Aye, don't wanna talk about this shit right now

Aye, I'mma wait and let you simmer down

Aye, you wasn't with it but you with it now

Don't tell him that you fuckin' with Young Tiller, nah

Please, don't

You're still on your way