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Last Words

 

Last Words

(album: Boy Genius - 2012)


So like a vacation I'ma take off, find a new girl little bite that I could break off
Met her at a party, she rolling her damn face off
Dancing like she tryna win a damn pancake off
I just say hi, she move by, making balloon eyes
With dunka dunka back and boom ka-boom thighs
But everyday she wake up as soon as the moon rise
Saying don't you call me baby like her tubes tied
I rise and grind early, up at five thirty, eyes black and red like a [?] jersey's
Another bad habit on track to die early, but why worry my divine designed sturdy
My mind dirty, full of adverbs and corny writing verses bad words and porn site passwords
Been a fortnight since my last short night, in foresight the forecast says cash first

My last words written on the bathroom stall, math note pad, the classroom walls, if you listen I'ma teach you
Just sing along, so when I'm going you'll remember the song
My last words are written in your playlist, five star ratings, iTunes favorites, and if you listen I'ma teach you
Just sing along, so when I'm going you'll remember the song

It goes one o' clock, two o' clock, three o' clock, four
Five o' clock hits probably never going home
Quarter past six and I got her going strong
Thirty minutes later looking like she need a comb, girl you bad
And I don't ever want to see you play nice, if I play all these games tell me why you think you play right
Like everything you say right, and I can't get a word in
Everyday we arguing so I don't see this working
It's my way or the highway cause I ain't into merging
And you don't got the time, so I feel like a burden
And then we get to fighting and I feel like an asshole
Then we get to cutting and I feel like a surgeon
Girl that TNA is in your DNA, say her mama at the supermarket I swear you'd be amazed
But I gotta get away, never thought I'd see the day
The hardest rappers wearing women's clothes to the VMAs

My last words written on the bathroom stall, math note pad, the classroom walls, if you listen I'ma teach you
Just sing along, so when I'm going you'll remember the song
My last words are written in your playlist, five star ratings, iTunes favorites, and if you listen I'ma teach you
Just sing along, so when I'm going you'll remember the song

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