Letra de Hennessy Memories - Tory Lanez

Yeah, oh, ayy

I, oh, uh

(Oh)

What does it give and what it's gon' take, you to get back in my arms?

The prize go back in her palms, I'm tired of talkin' to false alarms

The gifts, the cars, the charms, tell me who heart's get harmed?

Well, 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, all of the times, was dottin' my I's

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 jottin' my line

And you started wildin' and goin' out crazy and goin' out sad, 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 Hennessy, with all the memories

Without your tendency, without your loving me

Without you telling me that we can never be

Weed and good Hennessy, it's all my remedy

With all the Hennessy, with all the memories

Without your tendency, without your loving me

Without you telling me that we can never be

Weed and good Hennessy, 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 Hennessy, with all the memories

Without your tendency, without your loving me

Without you telling me that we can never be

Weed and good Hennessy, it's all my remedy

With all the Hennessy, with all the memories

Without your tendency, without your loving me

Without you telling me that we can never be

Weed and good Hennessy, 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?

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