Last Of The Last Lyrics

I'm sellin' like a florist, you lookin' like a tourist

Your bitch malnourished, hit him with the flourish

Sink em' tip em' back, till the bout four-ish

In the mornin', never let it be boring

Wait till I'm out here touring

Pourin' my heart out, every single night

Livin' my best life

They say no woman no cry

I'm feelin' like I'm doin' just fine

Doin' alright

Doing just fine

Till I ain't got her feelin' holy, call my dick a saint

Bulldoze the pussy like a tank, got a half a tank

Catch em' with the flirt, then I flank

I ain't tryin' to make mistakes that will lead me to the grave

Out of luck, out of trust, out of bucks

Been enough humblin' in this lifetime that I'm waitin' around to die

Waking up in disassociation with a dedication

I'm racing straight into the studio

If you ain't first, then you last, ho

If you don't know, then you gotta go

Oh fuck, here it comes again

The little fucking voices

Thy vessel certified rage container rots in disgust

Feel my hatred