Last Day
(LAST DUDE ON THE TRACK!)
(Pour cod enie and I sing when I'm mad,mad,mad)
(Le-le-le an)
(Le-le-le an,oh)
(Let's go)
I pour ******* on the scene,interrupt my dream,Ni**a,I'ma be mad(Yeah)
F*ck 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 ni**a try and blast
I already think I'm dyin', ain't finna let nobody gimme my last day
Two blues to the face,can't see straight
You reased your car no rebate
I remember doing Xan *x bars in the stars
I was tryna sleep my days away
I remember feeling washed up like that gold clock around the neck of Flavor Flav
Nowadays,I wake up and I pray
That I won't go astray
B*ch,I'm a criminal,turned to a general,don't do subliminals,uh,uh(Ayy)
B*ch,I ain't feeling you,never been into you
Emotionally,I'm killing you(Uh)
Bathing Ape tennis shoe,designer plentiflul
Make it look simple,uh,uh
B*ch I ain't licking you,b*ch I ain't eating you
Your man just sent you off
Two d*cks in my pants,pause
One is the cilp and one is my c*ck
One of 'em will shoot your man in the face,and the other one,it start abusing your jaw
Ni**as 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 cod eine on the scene,interrupt my dream,Ni**a,I'ma be mad(Yeah)
F*ck 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 ni**a try and blast
I already think I'm dyin', ain't finna let nobody gimme my last day
Two blues to the face,can't see straight
You reased your car no rebate
I remember doing Xan *x bars in the stars
I was tryna sleep my days away
I remember feeling washed up like that gold clock around the neck of Flavor Flav
Nowadays,I wake up and I pray
That I won't go astray
Every day fell 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,f*ck it,I'm young,rich,and dangerous
Dressed in some named shit
I see the same shit
Get the f*ck from 'round me with the fake shit ,I hate it
How you wife that ho?She no 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 f*ck you,b*ch,pay me
I pour co deine on the scene,interrupt my dream,Ni**a,I'ma be mad
F*ck 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 ni**a try and blast
I already think I'm dyin', ain't finna let nobody gimme my last day
Two blues to the face,can't see straight
You reased your car no rebate
I remember doing Xan *x bars in the stars
I was tryna sleep my days away
I remember feeling washed up like that gold clock around the neck of Flavor Flav
Nowadays,I wake up and I pray
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!)
Juice WRLD  R.I.P 999