Last One ft. Codey Parsons Lyrics

I thought

Apparently your mother is imperiously infatuated with you instead of your father

Whoa wait a minute doc are you trying to tell me that my mother has got the hots for me

Precisely

Whoa this is heavy

Tranquilizers tapping frantically

On my desk it sits there waiting

In my mind is a fantasy

So beautiful I can't believe I'm envisioning

Look at that (Look at that)

With the sun shining

Nachos and cheese yes please for me

Dippin with the chip during my trip

On acid I take that AZ sip through my lips

Bout to flip a few dollars for my clique tonight

About to go heavy Marty's words for my upcoming robbery

Hell we seek stealthy as I can be creep

Stalking we go in thinking of kidnapping

Falling for it inducing fairly happy

Predators we are out here lurking

Support our local scene

Seen the coyote band at three

Shackles golden teeth isn't peace free know what I mean

Pick it up throw it out its trash you know that yuh

Hold the door I'm out don't know why I have my doubts

These contemplations rise it meets my eyes the flashing lights

Kinda was dumb to steal especially after a young flesh deal

On the same block as the cops building but I know

I'm going to keep running away from the crime scene

Almost out of breath I'm about to quit but don't give up yet

Somehow I escaped that mess

Oh wow there is more in my vest

Pop four see where this takes me

Deep sore inside I eat it all see

Tripping like Bone Stallone's feet

Riding waves float over the heat

Sir fur is on my black coat

Chauffeur I told you don't like coke

As a child

I was wild

Dad thought of less

Now I'm a mess

Tranquilizers tapping frantically

On my desk it sits there waiting

In my mind is a fantasy

So beautiful I can't believe I'm envisioning

Schools with students but without the nuisance

Locker room piss in tubs I can choose this

Turn the water on but not too hot

My nylons are sensitive unlike the slipknot

Take them undies off drop it on the ground

Make a loud splash but I register no sounds

This is the place to be across the sink

Color reflecting back you love you what you see

Creativity of the blood forming by my injuries

Interesting horrid things on the ceiling

This is the call to doomsday whos to say

16 years too late drowning slowly locked in my mind I die

He's laughing at my cries there isn't a second try

As I Close my eyes for the last time