Jeff Turner - Last Match

Wassup, wassup?
Look at my face, look at my face
You remember me? You remember me?
You still laughing motherfucker?

I ain't never had hella money to spill on a broad
Used to have to split the bill at the bar
Pick up, we would just chill at my call
But my music I always tell her I'ma really go far
She was laughing, I'm now fin to have a mill at my store
Used to be a lad and staring at that palace
Burning with the knowledge
That I had the talent just to street rap
Now nowadays I'm in it, the lieutenant, pull ??? infinite
Rather buy on your looks but you ain't so smoking now
Rolling by on the roll like look who's broken down
All my life I've been waiting on horus
Class clown, secretly the smartest
Nicest and the hardest
Had to be disregarded to understand
Have my feet wet for so long, I had them older plan
Never knew what it was like to hold a grand
Finally I over stand, the dynasty has rose again
Better yet the first time, yeah you want it
Well first time has to pass
Ask yourself, will this last still last
Will this turn my future to light and my past to ash
Well whatever it is, I'ma keep this shit together
'Cause you can plan a pretty picnic
But you cannot plan the weather
'Cause this heart's been pierced with harpoons
I'm barely staying alive, just tryina make more art
Boom in this dark room
Hold on to my last match, waiting for the perfect moment to strike it
And that's that
Well this heart's been pierced with harpoons
I'm barely staying alive, just tryina make more art
Boom in this dark room
Hold on to my last match, waiting for the perfect moment to strike it
And that's that, that's that, that's that, that's tat
Waiting for the perfect moment to strike it
And that's that, that's that, that's that, that's tat
Waiting for the perfect moment

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