On Friday night, TMZ had Lil Wayne’s ass on his death bed and it looked like it was only a matter of time before his dreadlock wings flew him to the afterworld where he can swim in the River Sizzurp all he all wants and never has to sign his name on a child support check again. But Lil Wayne is alive and now he’s out of the hospital.
The Louisiana gremlin checked into Cedars-Sinai in L.A. six days ago after he allegedly went on a Sizzurp binge and kept having seizure after seizure after seizure. They put him in ICU and stabilized his seizures. A source tells TMZ that he’s feeling better and is going to lay low.
Meanwhile, his friend Birdman tells USA Today that Sizzurp didn’t put Wayne on a hospital bed, working did:
“It didn’t have nothing to do with drugs. No such thing like that. It’s how hard he works. How much dedication he gives to his music and his fans. It had nothing to do with drugs. No such thing like that, to me. It was nothing about no drugs. Just needs to get some rest and relax. He’ll be back, normal, like everyone else.”
Are they really playing the exhaustion card when you know Wayne’s breath smelled like the cough medicine aisle at CVS? Birdman might be on to something, though, because I know I’d be drowsy as shit too if I swallowed down an ocean full of Tussin. But whatever, Lil Wayne is out, so hide your codeine, hide your Jolly Ranchers and hide your ovaries and all that.