The Last Song

Lyrics

[Intro: Sample from movie "Basquiat"] Maitre d': Can I help you? Basquiat: You wanna buy some ignorant art? Ten bucks a piece Bruno Bischofberger: No. I think it's ok Maitre d': Of course, Mr. Bischofberger Andy Warhol: Gee, ignorant art? Basquiat: Yeah. You know, like, stupid, ridiculous, crummy art Andy Warhol: Oh, that sounds good Basquiat: Ten bucks Andy Warhol: Gee, you didn't work very much on these [Verse 1] All I hear is bitches ain't shit All men are liars You can only trust yourself And oh, that weed is fire It can't last forever, true love died in '96 There is nothing left now Replace hearts with business Damn, well Without meanin' to seems, I think I met someone But he ain't really my type shit, he only 21 His fingers do the talking Where he's from, will be his coffin Every time his homeboy drive me 'round think I might die on Slauson, but I still wanna keep him Cook him breakfast in the mornings We haven't even kissed yet, but that just make me want him more Plus he love his mama, yep He a family man And even though the ratchets love him, I still think he a gentleman Oh, oh, oh, life's a trip, and baby you the plane I'm just tryna get a seat next to you to stay Put his fear in his nose Why he do that? I don't know I lost a couple friends to that, so I hope he is in control Every time he swear he gonna stop, but I know that he won't Wish I could be the only angel he need to be strong This could be dangerous, man, I got a lot at stake I ain't even graduate, so I don't have room for mistakes No, oh, oh, oh, life's a trip, and baby you the plane I'm just tryna get a seat next to you to stay Yes, I am, yes, I would When? For good? For you? Forever! All my friends think that I'm crazy, they tell me I could do better Fuck all that, boo It's you that I'm trying to get to heaven with They say you're a hindrance, but I think that you give me wings [Hook] They say he's no item, please don't like him He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em But I don't give a fuck if my friends don't like him I don't give a f- if my f- They say he's no item, please don't like him He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em But I don't give a fuck if my friends don't like him I don't give a fuck if my friends don't like him [Outro] Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah (Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh) Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah (Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) D.R.U.G.S