[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)