Lyrical Breakdown of HTAFL - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "HTAFL" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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And I hope, I hope everyone
Everyone I done been in a relationship with
Find someone that make them more happy than I ever could
Even though I know you bullshittin' and you don't
You be like, yeah, you love me
Slatt
When it all come down, I been here for too long, yeah
And I still can't believe that I done moved on, yeah
Ain't no sign of love, it done ran away without no trace
I ain't for you no more, you ain't gotta come back, it's too late
You ain't gotta move on
I done found another girl who ain't mad 'bout the names on my face
I guess my home wasn't a home
And I'll accept the fact if another man up in my place
You ain't gotta try to fix it, I ain't worried 'bout it
And if you looking for your shit, it's on the curb 'bout it
By the water meter, way off the meter
Your love is plain, tell that ho that I don't need her
Told me to stop, but drank still in my liter
Hope when you come that I be gone, don't wanna see you
Forever I stay the same, but I can't no more
Forever ducking your presence until I can't no more
And I remain the same with a big sack, yeah
Said don't buy no car, but I done bought a big 'Bach, yeah
They say my ex been looking for me, where she at? Yeah
Tell her, "Leave a message," I'ma call that bitch back, yeah
And bae, I love you
Never did you wrong, but I'ma leave like a thug do
And I'm regretting that the fact that I even touched you
Even though you said fuck me, it's never fuck you, yeah
(It ain't never fuck you, bae)
When it all come down, I been here for too long, yeah
And I still can't believe that I done moved on, yeah
Ain't no sign of love, it done ran away without no trace
I ain't for you no more, you ain't gotta come back, it's too late
I put my life on the line
I ain't never give a fuck what no anybody had to say
And if them people try to come and pick me up
Tell them bitches 'fore they come in here, I'm blowin' out my brains
'Cause I don't know how I ever let pride
Come in here and catch me slippin'
I always knew that you would leave any day
How the fuck I ever put myself in this position?
Fake friends follow you, you follow back
But I been knew you was like that
I don't wanna see it, so I block you, I don't care 'bout that
(Ayy, look, man, the hook tell it all)
When it all come down, I been here for too long, yeah
And I still can't believe that I done moved on, yeah
Ain't no sign of love, it done ran away without no trace
I ain't for you no more, you ain't gotta come back, it's too late
I put my life on the line
I ain't never give a fuck what no anybody had to say
And if them people try to come and pick me up
Tell them bitches 'fore they come in here I'm blowin' out my brains
I'd do life for you
Why the fuck can I see that you wouldn't do the same?
And I don't care about it bein' off or on track (I'm a street nigga, how the fuck?)
It's just goin' (damn)