[Intro: Bryson Tiller & Stokley]
Ooh-wee baby (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
I would like to put that behind us, please don't remind us
Must be in here, in my conscious, sometimes I prefer
Being unconscious, being point honest, a part needed
That's why I thought I could be honest with you for a second (Love, when it falls apart)
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller & Stokley]
That's right, I tried to give you everything (A thousand pieces)
Now you say you movin' on to better things
Left me here with nothing, you took everything
[Verse 1: Bryson Tiller & Stokley]
When can we discuss it?
Told me you don't wanna talk
Okay then, fuck it, let me talk
All you gotta do is listen
Part two, can I rеvisit?
No time-specific, just when shit was bliss, now look at this
That wе took this pic in like twenty-one, six
When shit was different, back when we was hittin' platinum
Just not gettin' back from (For real)
Sold out tickets back-to-back, no kiddin', that was really factual
I'm really tapped into my inner passion
I'm really back and they can feel it actually
Like Neil would say, "Come on, let's get it active"
Until this day we still get it active
Been away, been away to go back (Yeah)
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller & Stokley]
That's right, I tried to give you everything (A thousand pieces), everything
Now you say you movin' on
Left me with nothing, you took everything (A thousand pieces)
[Verse 2: Bryson Tiller & Stokley]
Everything right here is where you belong
Yeah, you took my heart and broke it into (A thousand pieces)
'Cause my lovin' is timeless for you
You see my love is forever and always (A thousand pieces)
But our anniversary just passed and it hurts for me to ask this
But could you not treat me like a has-been? I think we better than that
Oh, we not better than that?
Damn, I forget it and act like it never happened but
The thing about love is
[Outro: Stokley & Bryson Tiller]
Love, when it falls apart
And it breaks your heart
Into a thousand pieces
Time, take this blues away
And if it's love you say
Please be sure you mean it, oh
The thing about love is
Love is for fools, man, fuck love
You hate me, love me and then hate me again
Then have the nerve to say we can't make amends
Wait
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