Songtext Hennessy memories Tory Lanez

Hennessy memories

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
All 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?