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last-dude – last day lyrics

[intro: juice wrld]
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

[chorus]
i pour codeine on the scene, interrupt my dream
n+gga, i’ma be mad (yeah)
n+gga, 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 n+gga try and blast (yeah)
i already think i’m dyin’, ain’t finna let n0body 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

[verse 1]
b+tch, i’m a criminal, turned to a general
don’t do subliminals, uh, uh (ayy)
b+tch, i ain’t feeling you, never been into you
emotionally, i’m k!lling you (uh)
bathing ape tennis shoe, designer plentiful
make it look simple, uh, uh (true)
b+tch, i ain’t l!cking you, b+tch, i ain’t eating you
your man just sent you off
two d+cks in my pants, pause
one is the clip 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 (come on)
n+ggas 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
[chorus]
i pour codeine on the scene, interrupt my dream
n+gga, i’ma be mad (yeah)
n+gga, 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 n+gga try and blast (yeah)
i already think i’m dyin’, ain’t finna let n0body 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

[verse 2: the kid laroi]
every day feel like the same sh+t
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 sh+t, i see the same sh+t
get the f+ck from ’round me with the fake sh+t, i hate it
how you wife that ho? she so basic, she brain me
no, i can’t trust a soul, they just say sh+t, i can’t be
this sh+t is all i know, so it’s f+ck you, b+tch, pay me

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