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Yeah, oh, ayy I, oh, uh (Oh) What does it give and what it's gon' take? You to get back in my arms, surprise, go back in the palms I'm tired of talkin' to false alarms The gifts, the cars, the charms Tell me who heart's get harmed Where we don't even get to speak You give me a beep like you was my car's alarm I'm back to the city, the valley of death Where the niggas'll die for lovin' too much Guess I was cuffin' too much Funny, usually I never do much But I'm caught up in a situation where I'm fuckin' with you and my head in the clutch Never felt like enough is enough but never know when enough is too much Ayy, yeah, tell a hot bitch I'm back for the fall Tell a cold bitch I'm back for the summer Eighteen wheeler, I run her, I run her First time fuck her, I back in the Hummer Call right back, I ignore her call Lowkey dog but it's still my dog Won't say nothin', but it's still my call Won't say nothin', but it's still my— (Ayy) You took sweet time SongtexteAll of the times, was dottin' my Is Got on my grind and you started wildin' A thot in they eyes, but not in my eyes Got in the music, I started to find in these songs, and jotted my line And you started wildin' and goin' out crazy And goin' out crazy, I had to get mine, I'm sorry I know I had to keep myself One more time, I need to heal myself With all the Hennesy, with all the memories Without your tendency, without your loving me Without you telling me that we can never be Weed and good Hennesy, it's all my remedy With all the Hennesy, with all the memories Without your tendency, without your loving me Without you telling me that we can never be Weed and good Hennesy, it's all my remedy, I— Ayy, first place, worst case, I missed all your birthdays I was out wildin' but had to go back in my life to go get on my first chase Bad bitch, left me down, let me down and pickin' me up Robbery, off with my heart, she knew that she had it, she had to go stickin' me up Pictures on Insta', we flickin' it up Everyone seein', ain't givin' no fuck But you could leave it to a bitch to embarrass you Mayonnaise colored car, the whip is a miracle This shit hysterical, sittin' in Bricklin, thinkin' 'bout Erica Private jet, dippin' out from America Just to see how big I got, I probably need a mirror for it Bad days, good times, all the times that I took time Those times repeat on my mind, time after time like a hook line If my rhyme book could talk, all the pages that I scratched out Would come together, make a good line, had memories of when it was fine Yeah, she wan' stay, she wan' go, she don't know what she wanna do She want me, then she want him, and she don't know who she wanna screw And I won't lie, 'cause at that time, I had a lil' boo I wanted too But it was still true, I wanted you, facts I know I had to keep myself One more time, I need to heal myself With all the Hennesy, with all the memories Without your tendency, without your loving me Without you telling me that we can never be Weed and good Hennesy, it's all my remedy With all the Hennesy, with all the memories Without your tendency, without your loving me Without you telling me that we can never be Weed and good Hennesy, it's all my remedy, I— Baby, won't you talk—? Baby, won't you talk—? Baby, won't you talk—? Baby, won't you talk—? Baby, won't you talk to me, me, me? Baby, won't you talk to me, me, me? Aus Songtexte Mania