Hennessy Lyrics

I got a tank full of Hennessy, knowing if I text that girl back it'd be the death of me

R I P

I'm just fucking with her energy

Looking out her eyes like I might know my place

The days I face, wandering just to erase

For a blunt to face, for a smile to save or a worthy grave

Legs aching but haven't found shit yet

The breaking from the weight

In my shell like an insect

Defects like stains on a white shirt

Anything imperfect just needs a little work

Hurt to progress or hurt when you don't

Getting more lost to cope

Less known about how you're less grown

Less aware of your demons so

You end up sleepless all alone

Only place where the judges aren't

Only place where your light ain't dark

It's just lacking context

The moon's only bright when the sun sets

You only feel alright when you're at your ends

Dim lit bends on night drives

Messages to friends that it's all fine

Thinking who'd care anyway

Like they'd mind

Please, stay someone to be and not something to find

I just hope your dreams bring a smile to you

If you're gonna stay asleep, that's all I can hope and pray

That's all I can help with

You get to choose if it's helpless

You get to choose where you're headed

Choose the shoes that you're repping

The way you stepping

If you words are love, or if them are just weapons

Cutting yourself on the inside

Nothing in place of that love you can't find

I got a full dome of Patron

Bought a place in my home if you need it

I know sometimes getting up is hard to compete with

I got a tank full of Hennessy

Pistons firing

Will you be the death of me

Is it worth trying

I'm trying to build a legacy

It's hard to find someone with that energy

What's worth trying

Like what's in store left for me

Will it change anything that I can see

I'm just looking for someone who's heavenly

So I can thank God for the memories

Yeah

Yeah

It's not always like that you know

To be honest

To be real honest

Sometimes not so great

Got a full tank of hate

Only way I can express as of late

Yelling at the mic what I'm feeling

Am I a felon if I make a killing

Mistakes to make a living

Distaste for faster rhythms

Entropy killing me

Can't release nothing

Climbing seems easy but my calluses ain't bluffing

Dim lit street

Three AM

Forgot my keys knocking

Saying I'll back

I know I've been leaving too often

Sorry

I always seem to pick the same old options

I always seem to pick the same old options