The Last Song. lyrics

[Intro: Perry Maysun & Young Wabo]
The last song, oh we—
The last song, oh we—
The last song, oh we finally here n*gga
Yessir!
Help me, help
f*ck 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, bullsh*t, 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 sh*t 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 sh*t
You could put my CDs in the casket
That sh*t, 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, f*ck a show, put us in your earlobes
Got your brain thinkin' that you sitting in the front row
[Bridge: Perry Maysun & Young Wabo]
Drumroll please, I won't drop to my knees
I won't listen to no man except for me
Listen to no man except for me
Listen to no man except for me
Listen to no man except for me

[Verse 2: Young Wabo]
My soul like a star in the north guided by where I been
Stuck between a hard place and my sins, netween regrets and wins
Fear of regression ain't put ethics in a kid
Capitalism gave him the keys to the lid, Pandora's box if you will
Tryna squeeze into the bigger still, fifty-two tryna get bigger still
Democracy sounds nice 'til you realize what these companies tryna get out of me
Shoes made by a kid who had bigger dreams, more like the kith of death
Ronnie don't be afraid of me
My peace ain't too high a fee
My bank account won't hire me
Stand tall like [?] and shots at [?]
Seen the 360 [?] on me for the current leagues
Switch up, why you pull up? [?] for the currency
Certainly you weren't heir to my seven seas
[?] with the [?], X marks the spot where I let you know we ain't siamese
f*ck AI, hard life, this ain't parallel
Can't be outsourced, you tellin' me
I'm tellin' you, and it's real
[Outro: Young Wabo]
Yeah
W-w-w-what do you think?
Yeah