The Last Song. Perry Maysun & Young Wabo

[Intro: Perry Maysun & Young Wabo]
The last song, oh we—
The last song, oh we—
The last song, oh we finally here nigga
Yessir!
Help me, help
Fuck you! (God damn)

[Verse 1: Perry Maysun]
Pen bleeds, the same way that my nose be
Coke fiends, got a better chance of getting dope than getting groceries
Not they fault they addicted
Don't talk on someone if you not in they position
Follow intuition with the instincts to swim amongst the big fish
Yeah, realized we all the same fish
Vacant faces, pacing through a nation
So much hatrеd, motive is the payment
You worriеd, bullshit, Satan
When the Earth you standing on is quaking
Taking pay, exchange for all your days in
And work for them until you old and gray, kid
Can't do the shit you want to, but lived a life Rapunzel long
Ooh, wonder if I could bury all my problems with a dirty shovel?
In my days I seen a couple capsules and Vodka
Back of the class, stashed with cigarettes and Blanca
Almost jumped, but hit the bottom
Dussé entendre
Face full of tears with spaghetti as the pasta
Uh, with spaghetti as pasta
Face full of tears with spaghetti and the—
Told 'em all I ever wanted was this rap shit
You could put my CDs in the casket
That shit, I don't wanna tap in
People in my head got me doing moral backflips
"It's been you the whole time", Ed and Brad Pitt
This a classic, fuck a show, put us in your earlobes
Got your brain thinkin' that you sitting in the front row