(Hook)
These right here might be my last words
Recorded in the studio just before I die
Coz every single life is so fragile
I just hope when I pass, it’s filled with highlights
These right here might be my last words
Recorded in the studio just before I die
Coz every single life is so fragile
I just hope when I pass, it’s filled with highlights
(Verse 1)
Life is sacred, and sh*t I have taken it for granted
Not focused on happiness but tryna manage
Being squished and sandwiched between stress and anguish
Pardon my language but we agree that life is a
Damn b*tch, plagued by a mad witch and her curses
Attacking all of us, so you can’t wish it be perfect
But there’s a cure, both figuring out what we want
And more important knowing that we all really deserve it
I say we, because that lifestyle escapes me
But that won’t be the case, see, my mindset is changing
Hope that it stays, please, make this case closed
I no longer wanna feel worse as the day goes
They say that, they reap what they sow
Well I so hope I won’t stay alone
Don’t wanna feel iso, coz that ain’t how I play, yo
Rather pass it, coz life is a team game so
(Hook)
These right here might be my last words
Recorded in the studio just before I die
Coz every single life is so fragile
I just hope when I pass, it’s filled with highlights
These right here might be my last words
Recorded in the studio just before I die
Coz every single life is so fragile
I just hope when I pass, it’s filled with highlights
(Verse 2)
The highs and the lows will cycle and flow til
We die, that’s why we gotta realize that kinda sh*t‘s normal
We visit sadness, spend a few nights in its hotel
Millions of us, all signed in as hopeful
Later we leave, signed out destroyed then
Ends our stay, we pay and then fly back to joyful
And it repeats, but we can’t just let it toy with
Us, f*ck that, we gotta stand up to that royal
Let’s take the cue ball in hand coz it thinks it can rule over us
It’s our move, shall we band up and yell “move over, f*ck!”
Make our stay more chill, get a smooth shoulder rub
A massage, f*ck the mirage coz now truth holds it up
It’s no longer covered, not like the roof broken but
It can’t hide behind the blinds, its f*cking rule’s over bruh
But how do we do this? We don’t give it what it wants
Such as the ability to easily control a buncha runts
That wanna fight the pain inside their brain but all they’ve done is grunt
Stay at home and laying low, waste days to smoke a hundred blunts
We changing from prey to predator while it thinks it’s on the hunt
And we swinging for the fences coz we don’t know what the f*ck’s a bunt
So we’re getting off our f*cking asses, we now the dungeon masters
Not vice versa, we’re gonna trap in it in the bloody attic
It can escape and might hurt us, we gotta keep the upper hand, some
Nah, all of these lessons I’ve learned from bumping Malcolm
Rest in Peace