[Hook 1]
This is my last 24 hours thinking bout you
This is my last 24 hours thinking bout you
This is my last 24 hours thinking bout you
Say this is my last 24 hours thinking bout you
[Verse 1]
When I get up in the morning
I'm smoking a bowl or two
Exhaling all these thoughts I ever
Had about you
I swear I knew it wasn't real
Oh you thought you had me fooled
Sweating flesh I never touched
I should've f**in' kept my cool
Thought every thing was cool
I'm just entertainment
Before we dice you getting schooled
Ooo I couldn't tame it
I could tell from all your language
It's f** a physical arrangement
The exile of where my heart end
It don't breathe N' I can't trust friends
Oh you thought I had no tools
To break loose
Oh you thought I was no bishop
But I had the juice
I'm on my major for my paper
Ain no callin' truce
Girls from the future like cuttin' blue
No memory like Bonnaroo
Years past like 92
94 has birth the truth
What the f** can you do
For a player
As I thought na na boo boo
I'll never see you later
I'm day dreaming to the paper
[Hook 2]
This is my last 24 hours thinking bout you
This is my last 24 hours thinking bout you
This is my last 24 hours thinking bout you
Say this is my last 24 hours thinking bout you
[Verse 2]
Skipping over lunch a player went to ball
And I ain' really looking at the sky at all
I think you should plant your where the face mirror falls
Sick of playing nice guy I'm bout act a dog
Now I'm really in the game no practice
Side court like it ain't never happen
f** a text I can tell you while I'm Rapping
I ain' chasing no b**h with my pa**ion
Fell blind into physical entrapment
I'm run just for the dollars where the cash been
Cause all these girls rear view just a has been
Golding digging b**hes looking for a cash in
And I really got mad sense
With knowledge as my accent
Then suddenly she's absent
I'm too abstract for her attachment
So a bullet to my heart is her fashion
[Hook 3]
This is my last 24 hours thinking bout you
This is my last 24 hours thinking bout you
This is my last 24 hours thinking bout you
Say this is my last 24 hours thinking bout you
[Verse 3]
Two hours left of (nighttime or nightmare) astrology
On the search for the star of apology
Just to tell her hold tell her hold til tomorrow see
Don't got time for no sorry please
Don't you pity now
Unless you coming with you titties out
I'm f** her good then kick her out
And her a** this what life about
Leading me on just to cause a drought
The Parallel to a never now
You b**h (echo)