作词 : Wilbert Mays
作曲 : Wilbert Mays
Last man in the room...
Do you really care about a nigga if you gotta keep a secret that you'd been with a nigga?
Tiptoeing on a wiretap, play it in reverse, gon' run it back
Blackboy summer, this a def jam
More like Cash Money, 2010
More light beaming through the causeway
Need more damn time, give 'em my say
In the nick of time, niggas skipping for a dime
You assembled a nigga's clout days
To a OG, you a jake ah
It's a tragedy you fell out of greatness
now you had to save me
Spark it up, I had to tussle with the
I was wilding' with my head up in the guillotine
(one, yeah)
Do you really care about a nigga if you gotta keep a secret that you'd been with a nigga?
Tiptoeing on a wiretap, play it in reverse, gon' run it back
It's a def jam
To quote Kurt Cobain, only a few people people that really love music, and they all musicians
(You are now in tune with the man
Last man of Rome
Man plays the horn)
The sun, the moon, the spa
The earth, the wolves, the stars
The tune, we grew, apart
This void, we fill, it starts
The emptiness we hold is uhhh...
The sun, the moon, the spa
The earth, the wolves, the stars (yeah)
The tune, we grew, apart
This void, we fill, it starves
All the emptiness...
The essence, constant lessons
Beatbox rot, it was first
on Eastside block
Down south Memphis couldn't mute the full spot
I command legions of minions like the cabal
Get your fist up and go punch it against the wall
Skate across the Mezzanine I see you through the wall
Full course, seems to get the grip, with the sauce
All the waving make the brain change course
Of course, it was a must, push forward
Parkstar, who do you trust? In a war
Outside man,
out a light screen
Poison darts hit you like an iodine beam
Feeling paralyzed, on the temporary sky
Niggas idolize the after image when you die
with a sign like the treaty of Versailles
Baby wonder why she never see a nigga fly
Ahaha, what's up my nigga?
There's a man bleeding!
Ok baby, (he might die my nigga!)
