Last-Dude - Last Day lyrics

Oh
Pour codeine and I sing when I'm mad, mad
Mad pour codeine on the scene (yeah)
Jambo le le lean, le le lean
Oh, oh let's go

I pour codeine on the scene
Interrupt my dream nigga, I'ma be mad (yeah)
Nigga, fuck you mean, I'm gettin' this green
I'm gettin' to the cream and cash (yeah)
Always I'ma keep a gun on me
I dare if a nigga try and blast (yeah)
I already think I'm dyin'
Ain't finna let nobody gimme my last day
Two blues to the face, can't see straight
(yeah) you leased your car no rebate (yeah)
I remember doing Xanax bars in the stars
I was tryna sleep my days away (Okay)
I remember feeling washed up like that gold
Clock around the neck of Flavor Flav
Nowadays, I wake up and I pray (yeah)
That I won't go astray

Bitch, I'm a criminal, turned to a general
Don't do subliminals, uh, uh (Ayy)
Bitch, I ain't feeling you
Never been into you
Emotionally, I'm killing you (Uh)
Bathing Ape tennis shoe, designer plentiful
Make it look simple, uh, uh (True)
Bitch, I ain't licking you, bitch
I ain't eating you
Your man just sent you off
Two dicks in my pants, pause
One is the clip and one is my cock
One of 'em will shoot your man in the face
And the other one, it start abusing your jaw
(Come on)
Niggas be fake and they incriminate you
Will never know if I'm abusing the law
Circle is small, oh, oh
Like a red dot, oh, oh

I pour codeine on the scene
Interrupt my dream nigga, I'ma be mad (yeah)
Nigga, fuck you mean, I'm gettin' this green
I'm gettin' to the cream and cash (yeah)
Always I'ma keep a gun on me
I dare if a nigga try and blast (yeah)
I already think I'm dyin'
Ain't finna let nobody gimme my last day
Two blues to the face, can't see straight
(yeah) you leased your car no rebate (yeah)
I remember doing Xanax bars in the stars
I was tryna sleep my days away (Okay)
I remember feeling washed up like that gold
Clock around the neck of Flavor Flav
Nowadays, I wake up and I pray (yeah)
That I won't go astray

Every day feel like the same shit
And every time that I'm alone
That's when the pain hit
I smoke a wood filled with Biscotti
Now I'm painless
They told me stop, fuck it, I'm young, rich
And dangerous dressed in some named shit
I see the same shit
Get the fuck from 'round me
With the fake shit, i hate it
How you wife that ho? She so basic
She brain me
No, I can't trust a soul, they just say shit
I can't be this shit is all I know
So it's fuck you, bitch, pay me

I pour codeine on the scene
Interrupt my dream nigga, I'ma be mad (yeah)
Nigga, fuck you mean, I'm gettin' this green
I'm gettin' to the cream and cash (yeah)
Always I'ma keep a gun on me
I dare if a nigga try and blast (yeah)
I already think I'm dyin'
Ain't finna let nobody gimme my last day
Two blues to the face, can't see straight
(yeah) you leased your car no rebate (yeah)
I remember doing Xanax bars in the stars
I was tryna sleep my days away (Okay)
I remember feeling washed up like that gold
Clock around the neck of Flavor Flav
Nowadays, I wake up and I pray (yeah)
That I won't go astray

(Le le lean, Le le lean, oh)
(I smoke a wood filled with Biscotti
Now I'm painless) last Dude on the track