The Last Song

[Songtext zu "The Last Song"]

[Intro]
Baby, yeah, mhh
Na na nana nana na na
Aye, yeah

[Hook]
I can't get along with no ho-o-o
No, I'mma turn it down, baby
You just need a rich nigga, oh-oh-oh
So you can fuck around
Nah nah nah, ah nah nah nah
Ah nah nah nah nah nah nah, oh hold up
I can't get along with no ho-o-o
So I'mma turn it down, baby
Oh, you just need a rich nigga, oh-oh-oh
So you can fuck around
Na na na, na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na, na na na
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

[Part]
Oh when I see you on the gram
Baby, there's just nothin' 'bout the gram
Yeah you be [?], you be stalkin' like a fan
Yeah, and you be changin' like the weather
Man, you switch up, yeah you post some picture
You still got my wrists on, mhh
You wanna kick it but I won't spend a minute
No, we don't get along, we over the limit
I got a phone call
You think I'll still fall
Never talked, now you wanna talk, yeah
And now it's new crib, new bitch, it's a new me
Bandana 'round my head, yeah, so fruity
New crib, new bitch, it's a new me
No, you got nothin' on me, hold up, yeah

[Hook]
I can't get along with no ho-o-o
No, I'mma turn it down, baby
You just need a rich nigga, oh-oh-oh
So you can fuck around
I can't get along with no ho-o-o
No I'mma turn it down, baby
You just need a rich nigga, oh-oh-oh
So you can fuck around
Na na na, na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na, na na na
Na na na na na na na na, oh, hold up