HYFR
[Intro]Gotta do what I gotta do
[Verse 1]All my exes live in Texas like I'm George StraitOr they go to Georgia State where, tuition is handledBy some random nigga that live in AtlantaThat she only see when she feels obligatedAdmitted it to me the first time we datedBut she was no angel, and we never waitedI took her for sushi, she wanted to fuckSo we took it to go, told them don't even plate itAnd we never talk too much after I blew upJust only "hello" or a "happy belated"And I think I text her and told her I made itAnd that's when she text me and told me she prayed itAnd that's when I text her and told her I love itThen right after texted and told her I'm fadedShe asked what have I learned since getting richerI learned working with the negatives could make for better picturesI learned Hennessy and enemies is one hell of a mixtureEven though it's fucked up, girl I'm still fucking with yaDamn, is it the fall, time for me to revisit the pastIt's women to call, there's albums to drop, there's liquor involvedThere's stories to tell, we been through it allInterviews are like confessionsGet the fuck up out my dressing room, confusing me with questions like
[Hook: Lil Wayne]Do you love this shit? Are you high right now? Do you ever get nervous?Are you single? I heard you fucked your girl, is it true?You getting money? You think them niggas you with is with you?And I say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah, fuckin' right, fuckin' right, alrightAnd we say hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah, fuckin' right, fuckin' right, alright
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]So much for being optimistic, they say love is in the air, so IHold my breath until my face turn purple, keep a few bad bitches in my circleMy nuts hang like ain't no curfew, bitch, if you wave, then I will surf youI flew jet, she flew commercial but we still met later that nightAfter my session, she came over, I was aggressive and she was soberI gave her pills, she started confessing and started undressing and ask me to hold herAnd so I did, but that was last month and now she's texting me asking for closureDamn, she say this shit gon' catch up to me, I keep tissue paperWe eat each other whenever we at the dinner tableShe say she hate that she love me and she wish I was averageShit, sometimes I wish the same and I wish she wasn't marriedPromises, I hope I never break 'emMet a female dragon, had a fire conversationBut, interviews are like confessionsGet the fuck up out my bedroom confusing me with questions like
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