| All my exes live in texas like I’m george strait
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| Or they go to georgia state where-
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| Tuition is handled by some random nigga that live in Atlanta
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| That she only see when she feels obligated
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| Admitted it to me the first time we dated
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| But she was no angel, and we never waited
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| I took her for sushi, she wanted to fuck
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| 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'
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| 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
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| She asked
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| What have I learned since getting richer
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| I learned working with the negatives could make for better pictures
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| I learned hennessy and enemies is one hell of a mixture
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| Even though it’s fucked up, girl, I’m still fucking wit ya Damn, is it the fall
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| Time for me to revisit the past
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| It’s women to call
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| There’s albums to drop, there’s liquor involved
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| There’s stories to tell, we been through it all
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| Interviews are like confessions
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| Get the fuck up out my dressing room, confusing me with questions
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| Like:
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| Do you love this shit?
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| Are you high right now?
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| Do you ever get nervous?
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| Are you single?
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| I heard you fucked your girl, is it true?
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| You getting money? |
| you think them niggas you with is wit’you?
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| And I say
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| (And I say) hell yeah
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| Hell yeah, hell yeah
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| Fuckin’right
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| Fuckin’right, all right
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| (And we say) hell yeah
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| Hell yeah, hell yeah
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| Fuckin’right
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| Fuckin’right, all right
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| So much for being optimistic
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| They say love is in the air, so I Hold my breath until my face turn purple
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| Keep a few bad bitches in my circle
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| My nuts hang like ain’t no curfew
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| Bitch if you wave, then I will surf you
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| I flew jet, she flew commercial
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| But we still met, later that night
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| After my session, she came over
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| I was aggressive, and she was sober
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| I gave her pills
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| She started confessing and started undressing
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| And ask me to hold her
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| And so I did, but that was last month
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| And now she’s texting me, asking for closure
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| Damn
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| She say this shit gon’catch up to me
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| I keep tissue paper
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| We eat each other whenever we at the dinner table
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| She say she hate that she love me And she wish I was average
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| Shit, sometimes I wish the same
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| And I wish she wasn’t married
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| Promises, I hope I never break 'em
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| Met a female dragon, had a fire conversation but
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| Interviews are like confessions
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| Get the fuck up out my bedroom confusing me with questions like
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| Do you love this shit?
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| Are you high right now?
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| Do you ever get nervous?
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| Are you single?
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| I heard you fucked your girl, is it true?
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| You getting money? |
| you think them niggas you with is wit’you?
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| (And I say) hell yeah
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| Hell yeah, hell yeah
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| Fuckin’right
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| Fuckin right, all right
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| (And we say) hell yeah
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| Hell yeah, hell yeah
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| Fuckin’right
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| Damn right, all right
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| (And we say) hell yeah
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| Hell yeah, hell yeah
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| Fuckin’right
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| Fuckin’right, all right
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| (And we say) hell yeah
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| Hell yeah, hell yeah
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| Fuckin’right
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| Damn right, all right
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| Aw yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song HYFR , by - Drake. Song from the album Lord Knows, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп