Texty:
Park Last Time Everything

Last time everything was so cool We could sit on your couch dance by chance Kissed if we missed it just didn't matter You cry nightly in our beds Cry

moves me Old man with no clothes Leanin' on my fence You know I don't need to waste no time I'm gettin' fast at being the last And the food don't taste

fuckin' a star, who da scrub Shotgun in this man car Burnin' up, forever gettin' thrown out the club It be us Paul, shot out and bugged I smoke bud, sniff a bee's ass to get a buzz I'm everything

to analyze jigga, man the evils is deep Late night I hit these hoes, while their peoples asleep I like to wake up in the afternoon religiously I on a vow last

I am never real, it is just a sketch in me And everything I made is trite and cheap and a waste Of paint, of tape, of time So now I park my car down

I pick myself off the ground and fuckin' slam before I drown Hit my bottom so hard I bounce twice suffice this time around It's different them last two

at night on them backstreets Slow dancing in the dark On the beach at Stockton's Wing Where desperate lovers park We sat with the last of the Duke

make me feel like all that we had is a picture in a frame I remember everything about that picture and the day we took in the park and what you wrote

surrounded parking lot packed in Just knocked my man off now I was trapped in But you know I'm going out in a blast With this last pineapple like they