Las - Ord
Baby from my hometown
Seen her out in Vegas now
Rockin' with me temporary, knowing she won't hold it down, um
Please get out of my bed
Just a couple days with you and you stuck in my head
See I don't like these fleeting moments that pass by
And bitches that gon' cuddle up as if you're their last guy
Cuz it don't matter how you feel now, when I'm in the Chi
I know you ain't gon' keep up and it easy to see why
Bitch I'm on the move
Plus the bleezy had been spark
Hate goodbyes, but I love this part
I might just leave it there: 21, I got no heart
The only way to dodge feels simply to not start
So now I'm on the plane headed way back home
Dabbed out and I ain't slept since like yesterday morn
I got my vision to the sky, and some new Creed on
My brother in velour jacket cuz it's cold where we from
Better keep your heart wrapped up
And your bag packed up
Cuz when I go back home
Could be the last of us
Get your heart wrapped up
And your bag packed up
Cuz when I go back home
Could be the last of us
And I would trade my soul for the Cullinan
And I would ditch these hoes if you comin' with
But I swear that we really on some different shit
Life-wise, and that's besides the distance
Look, now I'm back IL-slide, like you should slide thru
Bad bitches 'round me, don't worry 'bout what I might do
She my Spotify, but never play me like Tidal
I think my heart is somewhere Denver, counting the miles
And y'all all seductive; how I'm supposed to choose without wondering
I can't make the right decision, broken heart for bunda
That ain't worth it, can you at least roll a blunt or something
Like show me what's good
And show me you could be the last of the last
Ain't no knocking on wood
Cuz I don't got no time, even at times when I should
If kisha fuck up my memory, hope the energy good
Get your heart wrapped up
And your bag packed up
Cuz when I go back home
Could be the last of us
Get your heart wrapped up
And your bag packed up
Cuz when I go back home
Could be the last of us
Get your heart wrapped up
And your bag packed up
Cuz when I go back home
Could be the last of us
Get your heart wrapped up
And your bag packed up
Cuz when I go back home
Could be the last of us
Seen her out in Vegas now
Rockin' with me temporary, knowing she won't hold it down, um
Please get out of my bed
Just a couple days with you and you stuck in my head
See I don't like these fleeting moments that pass by
And bitches that gon' cuddle up as if you're their last guy
Cuz it don't matter how you feel now, when I'm in the Chi
I know you ain't gon' keep up and it easy to see why
Bitch I'm on the move
Plus the bleezy had been spark
Hate goodbyes, but I love this part
I might just leave it there: 21, I got no heart
The only way to dodge feels simply to not start
So now I'm on the plane headed way back home
Dabbed out and I ain't slept since like yesterday morn
I got my vision to the sky, and some new Creed on
My brother in velour jacket cuz it's cold where we from
Better keep your heart wrapped up
And your bag packed up
Cuz when I go back home
Could be the last of us
Get your heart wrapped up
And your bag packed up
Cuz when I go back home
Could be the last of us
And I would trade my soul for the Cullinan
And I would ditch these hoes if you comin' with
But I swear that we really on some different shit
Life-wise, and that's besides the distance
Look, now I'm back IL-slide, like you should slide thru
Bad bitches 'round me, don't worry 'bout what I might do
She my Spotify, but never play me like Tidal
I think my heart is somewhere Denver, counting the miles
And y'all all seductive; how I'm supposed to choose without wondering
I can't make the right decision, broken heart for bunda
That ain't worth it, can you at least roll a blunt or something
Like show me what's good
And show me you could be the last of the last
Ain't no knocking on wood
Cuz I don't got no time, even at times when I should
If kisha fuck up my memory, hope the energy good
Get your heart wrapped up
And your bag packed up
Cuz when I go back home
Could be the last of us
Get your heart wrapped up
And your bag packed up
Cuz when I go back home
Could be the last of us
Get your heart wrapped up
And your bag packed up
Cuz when I go back home
Could be the last of us
Get your heart wrapped up
And your bag packed up
Cuz when I go back home
Could be the last of us
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Writer(s): Nicolas Palma
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