Teyana Taylor - VII Lyrics
Outta My League Interlude
If I tell you you belong to me
Would you be mine in reality?
And not just in my mind
I'm so tired of being invisible to you
I'm so tired
How could a boy like you ever want a girl like me
You're way outta my league, way outta my league
Cause boys like you won't ever want a girl like me
You're way outta my, outta my, outta my league
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Just Different
I just don't understand
In a dream, my heart, somewhere in the dark
In the drop
Missed a couple parts then it stopped
But the beat changed
I can't think straight, yeah
Like a work of art lookin' at my heart
On the wall, tell me what it mean to ya, he say she say
I tried to explain the words are just words, no difference
The love in my heart is not the same, it's just different
[?] you break my heart
You gotta hit the start
You surprised, do it every time
Then you go for a drive on your side
Actin' like I'm not lovin' every drop
Doin' for well over the top
Goin' wild, free way
If they see me
I tried to explain the words are just words, can't quit this
The love in my heart is not the same, it's different
Know you know you hurtin' baby
Just don't understand
I swear, I swear
Just don't understand
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
I don't wanna, I don't wanna
Writer: CRAIG INOCENCIO BALMORIS, JAMES EDWARD FAUNTLEROY II, BRITTANY KOREN JACKSON, JULIAN KENNETH NIXON, TEYANA MESHAY TAYLOR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CTM OUTLANDER MUSIC LP, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Request
Breathe in, relax
Boy set your mind for what's coming next
Tell me secrets
So I can perform
What you like boy
What's your request?
Request
Whisper what you want, I get it
Ain't no holding back, let's get offended
Request, I'll say
Suggest
Boy your wish is my command
Say the word and I will do it
Call me
I can be anything that you need me to be
Just request it
Boy I'm your harlot
You personal 1-900 number
Anything you want I'm your lover
Lights on, lights off
Any time of day or night I'm on call
Public, private
However you want it I'm in place to make it like that
Tell me what you want, I get it
You ain't gotta worry it's a secret
Request, request
Boy your wish is my command
Say a word and I will do it
Call me
I can be anything that you need me to be
Just request it
Boy I'm your harlot
You personal 1-900 number
Anything you want I'm your lover
Want me on your porch in nothing but a trench coat
And maybe you wanna see me in your off after school
Boy let's wait, you can get it how you want it
Tell me and I'm on it
Cause I want it as bad as you
Let me make your wish come true, true
Call me
I can be anything that you need me to be
Just request it
Boy I'm your harlot
You personal 1-900 number
Anything you want I'm your lover
Call me
I can be anything that you need me to be
Just request it
Boy I'm your harlot
You personal 1-900 number
Anything you want I'm your lover
Writer: Anesha Birchett, Antea Shelton, Eric Johnson, Teyana Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Do Not Disturb
[Verse 1 - Teyana Taylor:]
So I got this feeling
You and I need a moment
I want you to love me, babe
Make me know it
I need you to want me, babe
Come and show it
[Hook - Teyana Taylor:]
Let me satisfy you tonight
Come inside, sit on my couch, oh
I know what you like just sit back
Let me ride, hear it all out, uh
I want you right now
Not another minute later, so come on
Put your money where your mouth is
Give you what you paid for, come on
I know it's real how my body feels on yours, oh
And I want to spend some time
No enter sign on the door
Oh, no, please don't disturb
Please, no, don't disturb, no
[Verse 2 - Chris Brown:]
So I got this feeling
That you and I need this moment
I want you to touch me, baby
Let me feel it
I need you to hold me, baby
If you willing
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Chris Brown:]
Like a cop I'm cuffing I'm copping a feel
Little mama got ass when she walk in them heels
She love when I eat it, she make it meal
Baby girl, screaming
I give her the pillow so no one can hear
[Verse 4 - Teyana Taylor:]
Oh, he biting my neck and my legs in the air
Tell me you love me then pull on my hair
I like it rough, don't be gentle, my nigga
It ain't rocket science it's simple, my nigga
Oh, no, please don't disturb
Please, no, don't disturb, no
Writer: GAVIN BROWN, POPOFF JEREMY, THEO TAMS, SIMON WILCOX
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Broken Hearted Girl
Boy I see you looking at me, looking at you
I already know what you want, cause I want that shit too
It don't matter if you're single, single
Either way I just wanna take you home, take you home
And it don't matter if you got a past, got a past
Cause I ain't got nothing to do with that, do with that, do with that So
I wanna touch you
Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now
I wanna touch you
Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now
We ain't gotta waste time going out on dates
We ain't gotta count down 'till you come to my place
We ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta), we ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta)
We ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta) we ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta)
You ain't gotta waste time sending me roses
They gon' die anyway, man them shits boring
You ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta), you ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta)
You ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta) You ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta)
Cause I want you right now
Look you need to stop playing with yourself (what?)
Like I ain't who you playing when you playing with yourself
You playing the shy role, I was playing it myself
But it's no good for you, now you playing with your health like
I ain't who you thinking 'bout
When you layin' by yourself
Know you heard it was a movie
Better stop role playing with yourself like
Like, like, stop frontin'
Know they coming at your neck like a top button
You need to go ahead and drop it for a nigga
So I can come behind and like 'Miss you dropped something'
And f*ck is these roses for, what all these clothes is for
I wanna close the door, f*ck till we dozin' off
Wake up and go again, what's the mimosas for
You got the juicy things, champagne toast to yours
Cheers shawty, yeah shawty
Time to face your fears shawty
Climb up on it and hit them gears shawty
#BikeLife #MightWife
Got my heart like likes, looked at her like psyche
Looked at her like psyche
You ain't gotta
Hey T stop playin' with me
The last nigga broke my heart
You probably break it too, no baby
I'd rather just play my part than to play a fool, no
It don't matter if you're single, single
Either way I just wanna take you home, take you home
And it don't matter if you got a past, got a past
Cause I ain't got nothing to do with that, do with that, do with that So
I wanna touch you
Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now
I wanna touch you
Right now, right now, right now, right now, right now, right now
We ain't gotta waste time going out on dates
We ain't gotta count down 'till you come to my place
We ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta), we ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta)
We ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta) we ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta)
You ain't gotta waste time sending me roses
They gon' die anyway, man them shits boring
You ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta), you ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta)
You ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta) You ain't gotta, (you ain't gotta)
Cause I want you right now
[x2]
Amore, amore Portuguese
Aye, say you love me
Amore, amore Portuguese
Aye, baby, aye, aye
Ooh baby aye, aye
Say you love me
Writer: MATTHEW SAMUELS, ERIC BELLINGER, JOHN JACKSON, NIKHIL SEETHARAM, TEYANA TAYLOR, ALICIA BELLA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
It Could Just Be Love Interlude
Give me your love love give me
You knock me down
My pride hits the ground
Don't know if this is going away
My hearts beat jumps
To the tip of my tongue
I think you're wanting to say come over here
Give me you're love love give me
Give me you're love love give me
Boy you don't know what you're doin' to me
Just give me your love love give me
Right here, don't care
It could just be love, or something like it
Boy I don't know, but I need your right now
It could just be love, or something like it
Actin' like it
But [?] only know
Writer: Harmony Samuels, Erika Hamilton, Courtney Harrell, Andrew Scott, Teyana Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Put Your Love On
Right, baby come and do my body right
I don't care about who's on my line
We should be alone just you and I
Time, look at how we losing track of time
That's what happens when you spend the night
You get out my bed, you hold me tight
Boy, boy you know
That I love it, love it when you're in control
I return the favor to you nice and slow
You know how we do
Baby, I love me some you
I find you adorning, you deserve it all baby
I find you adorning, you deserve it all baby
Put your love on me, put your love on
Put your love on me, yeah I love you some
Put your love on me, put your love on
Put your love on me, boy I love you some you
So right
Baby don't forget to hit the lights
So right
Baby don't forget to hit the lights
Creeping through the back door
I see you every morning
Put the rock on, shining bright
Give me more
Boy, boy you know
That I love it, love it when you're in control
I return the favor to you nice and slow
You know how we do
Baby, I love me some you
I find you adorning, you deserve it all baby
I find you adorning, you deserve it all baby
Put your love on me, put your love on
Put your love on me, yeah I love you some
Put your love on me, put your love on
Put your love on me, boy I love you some you
Writer: Carmen Reese, Courtney Harrell, Erika Hamilton, Harmony Samuels, Shae Jacobs, Teyana Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Maybe
If I tell you you belong to me
Would you be mine in reality?
And not just in my mind
I'm so tired of being invisible to you
I'm so tired
How could a boy like you ever want a girl like me
You're way outta my league, way outta my league
Cause boys like you won't ever want a girl like me
You're way outta my, outta my, outta my league
Writer: Terrence Thornton, Teyana Taylor, Jaramye Daniels, Mario Mims, Rasool Diaz, Brian Soko, Kyle Owens, Akil King, Andre Proctor
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Dreams
I heard that you feelin' Teyana
You said she a fly lil mama
I heard that you feelin' Teyana
You swear she a fly lil mama
Dreams of sleeping with a R&B chick, B chick
I heard your little bars about my cleavage, dream shit
Don't waste my time, if you comin' nigga come right
Got a couple niggas on my line
Nigga all I'm tryna say
You know that I hear you boy
Niggas talk that shit all day
Tell me you something different boy
Ooh boy I want different
Boy I want something different
So you better come with it
Boy you better come with it
Cuz whoever get in it
Is automatically winnin'
Dreams of sleeping with a R&B bitch
This pedestal so high niggas can't reach it
And yet I hear you runnin' game
You're not the first to sing my name
Everyone wanted Teyana
A singer, a dancer, designer
I heard you in love with a harlot
Ass doesn't shake when she walkin'
No need to send me no bottle
Nigga I pay for my order
Should be accustom to customs
Had that ass crossin' the border
Had yo ass crossin' the border
Dreams of sleepin' with an R&B...
And I know you got them dreams of f*ckin' me
So stop wastin' time
If you comin' nigga come right
Got a couple niggas on my line
But
Boy you know that I'm taken
Boy you know that I'm taken
I don't really wanna play again
And I'm gone and I'm taken
Cause you know that I'm taken
I apologize, apologize
That I got ya hype but blow my mind now
I apologize but I'm taken
Apologize but I'm taken
Fantasy girl, fantasy world
Writer: STEVEN CARROLL, WINSTON RODGERS, MIKE DEAN, JASON TAYLOR, BERNARD FREEMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Sorry
He tells me I'm beautiful everyday
The better part of him hear him say
Now as you're watching far away
All I can say, "I'm so sorry"
You had your cake and a gift that day
Something that I love didn't create
Now as you watch from far away
All I can say is, "I'm so sorry"
Never again 'cause now I know
Just what it means to love and be loved
Now as you watch from far away
All I can say is, "I'm sorry"
I'm sorry you didn't know how to love me
I'm sorry I wasn't beautiful to you
I'm sorry, you just didn't know how to be my man
I'm sorry you couldn't make me happy
And I'm so sorry you never learned how
I'm so sorry it had to be this way
But my heart is so good now
Now as you watch from far away
I said baby, oh, baby
All I can say, "I'm sorry"
I'm sorry you lost me
He tells me I'm beautiful everyday
The better part of him hear him say
Now as you watch, baby
I'm sorry
Writer: Teyana Taylor, Vidal Davis, Robert Thomas, Anesha Birchett, Antea Joy Shelton
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Business
Ever since the first time I laid eyes on you
I saw the truth
No questions, just proof
And they talk, but I ain't hear a thing they said about you
Ever since the first time we laid up
Everybody want details, but don't say nothin'
I won't say nothin'
If you don't say nothin'
Cause this is between us
Yeah, we gon' fight
But I'mma love you till it's alright
Ain't gon' find these answers outside
Boy, we don't need nobody's advice
Give me your shoulder to cry on
And I'll be alright
I'll be the one you rely on
This love
[Hook:]
Ain't none of your friends business
Ain't none of my friends business
It's ours, all ours, nobody elses
None of your friends business
Ain't none of my friends business
Ain't none of your friends business
Ain't none of my friends business
Boy, it's ours, baby, it's ours
Don't ask me "How was the sex?"
That's between me, my man and our bed
Plus I know how you hoes get
I ain't tryna lose a friend telling you how my man do it the best
And the same goes for you, baby, I know how niggas do
Your friends be talking crazy, acting like bitches, too
You know they do
[Hook:]
None of your friends business
Ain't none of my friends business
Ain't none of your friends business
Ain't none of my friends business
Boy, it's ours, baby, it's ours
So we don't need nobody else
All we need is us
Opinions get involved babe
F*cks up all the trust
The bond, the love
You're scared, me too
He hurt me, she hurt you
You're taking a risk. Well, me, too
Writer: Samuel Jean, Steven Franks, Teyana Taylor, Brian Kennedy Seals, Steve Franks
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Hipgnosis Songs Group
In The Air
Here we are, going back at it again
Are you serious?
I guess you are, you are, you are
You got me sitting home while you on some other shit
I guess you must have got who you dealing with
Well so long
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
So right before I leave I put one in the air for love, love, love
Right before I leave I put one in the air for love, love, love
So long, so long, I'm gone
I don't wanna talk
So I'm blocking your calls, pretty sure I heard it all before
Do I need to say more?
While I was home alone you were away with other chicks
I guess you must have forgot who you're f*ckin' with
Well so long
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
So right before I leave I put one in the air for love, love, love
Right before I leave I put one in the air for love, love, love
So long, so long, I'm gone
Well so long
I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone
So right before I leave I put one in the air for love, love, love
Right before I leave I put one in the air for love, love, love
So long, so long, I'm gone
Writer: Adam Piccoli, Gabriel Blizman, Keira Janai, Moses Georges, Teyana Taylor, Baruch Nembhard Sr.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Outta My League
If I tell you you belong to me
Would you be mine in reality?
And not just in my mind
I'm so tired of being invisible to you
I'm so tired
How could a boy like you ever want a girl like me
Your'e way outta my league, way outta my league
Cause boys like you won't ever want a girl like me
Your'e way outta my, outta my, outta my league
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
It Could Just Be Love
Give me your love love give me
You knock me down
My pride hits the ground
Don't know if this is going away
My hearts beat jumps
To the tip of my tongue
I think you're wanting to say come over here
Give me you're love love give me
Give me you're love love give me
Boy you don't know what you're doin' to me
Just give me your love love give me
Right here, don't care
It could just be love, or something like it
Boy I don't know, but I need your right now
It could just be love, or something like it
I think I like it
And i'll know soon enough
Writer: Harmony Samuels, Erika Hamilton, Courtney Harrell, Andrew Scott, Teyana Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.