HYFR.
But I was no angel, and we never waited
You took me for sushi, I wanted to fuck
So we took it to go, told them don’t even plate it
And we never talk too much after you blew up
Just only ‘hello’ or ‘happy belated’
And you text me and told me you made it
And that’s when I text you and told you I prayed it
And that’s when you text me and told me you love me
And right after texting, told me you’re faded
Even though it’s fucked up, boy I’m still fucking wit ya
Damn, is it the fall
Time for me to revisit the past
It’s men 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
-DRAKE
