HYFR

Album: Take Care (2011)
Charted: 62
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  • All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
    Or they go to Georgia State where
    Tuition is handled by some random nigga that live in Atlanta
    That she only see when she feels obligated
    Admitted it to me the first time we dated
    But she was no angel, and we never waited
    I took her for sushi, she wanted to fuck
    So we took it to go, told them don't even plate it
    And we never talk too much after I blew up
    Just only 'hello' or 'happy belated'
    And I think I text her and told her I made it
    And that's when she text me and told me she prayed it
    And that's when I text her and told her I love it
    And right after texting, told her I'm faded
    She asked
    What have I learned since getting richer
    I learned working with the negatives could make for better pictures
    I learned Hennessey and enemies is one hell of a mixture
    Even though it's fucked up, girl, I'm still fucking wit ya
    Damn, is it the fall
    Time for me to revisit the past
    It's women to call
    There's albums to drop, there's liquor involved
    There's stories to tell, we been through it all
    Interviews are like confessions
    Get the fuck up out my dressing room, confusing me with questions
    Like

    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 wit' you?
    And I say

    (And I say) Hell yeah
    Hell yeah, hell yeah
    Fuckin' right
    Fuckin' right, all right
    (And we say) Hell yeah
    Hell yeah, hell yeah
    Fuckin' right
    Fuckin' right, all right

    So much for being optimistic
    They say love is in the air, so I
    Hold my breath until my face turn purple
    Keep a few bad bitches in my circle
    My nuts hang like ain't no curfew
    Bitch if you wave, then I will surf you
    I flew jet, she flew commercial
    But we still met, later that night
    After my session, she came over
    I was aggressive, and she was sober
    I gave her pills
    She started confessing and started undressing
    And ask me to hold her
    And so I did, but that was last month
    And now she's texting me, asking for closure
    Damn
    She say this shit gon' catch up to me
    I keep tissue paper
    We eat each other whenever we at the dinner table
    She say she hate that she love me
    And she wish I was average
    Shit, sometimes I wish the same
    And I wish she wasn't married
    Promises, I hope I never break 'em
    Met a female dragon, had a fire conversation but
    Interviews are like confessions
    Get the fuck up out my bedroom confusing me with questions like

    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 wit' you?

    (And I say) Hell yeah
    Hell yeah, hell yeah
    Fuckin' right
    Fuckin right, all right
    (And we say) Hell yeah
    Hell yeah, hell yeah
    Fuckin' right
    Damn right, all right

    (And we say) Hell yeah
    Hell yeah, hell yeah
    Fuckin' right
    Fuckin' right, all right
    (And we say) Hell yeah
    Hell yeah, hell yeah
    Fuckin' right
    Damn right, all right
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