Last Kiss

Hey!
 I ain't have no weed or money when I met her now she hate me
 Cliche cheapskate, love to fuckin' debate
 Said she never had a daddy, I ain't used to being patient
 Got a lot of spite but that pussy tight, I'ma wait
 I can hold a lot of money, she can hold a lot of grudges
 I buy a lot of weed and A-C-T like I don't give a fuck
 I guess I'm too young for love
 Must be lust, too young for love
 Must be drugs, too young for love
 Must be lust, too young for love
 Must be drugs
 Never got a last kiss
 Baby do you remember me?
 Never got a last kiss
 Baby do you remember me?
 It's so hard to let go of her
 I know it's hard to let go of me
 Let your friend just go, it's cold
 Cause if you leave, my story goes
 So much [?], that you don't know
 So better keep, your body close
 Girls in and out my phone cause I don't got a clock
 Made out of the feces of a bull
 Life is Jenga, people are pieces
 So the pieces that I pull
 Can bring the whole wall tumbling down like Jericho
 Hmm, decisions
 A wise nigga asked what direction your penis point when erect
 Your answer should be straight ahead, he said
 That's your future, make sure you aim it correct, I reflect
 Man the same things that make you scarred
 Evolve you into who you are
 Cried a river, built a boat
 Got it to float, and wrecked into an epiphany
 Now ain't that about a tiffany
 Perception kept you from finding the light in the darkness quicker, my nigga
 You fucking up your energy
 In the wrong place with the wrong kind of empathy
 The soul is in the abs
 How else do you explain that funny feeling once you catch feelings
 You ain't never too young for lust
 And you ain't never too young for drugs
 And you ain't never too young for clubs
 And you ain't never too young for trust
 So you ain't never too young for love
 Let 'em watch girl, get your groove on
 Two step, like you heard a Snoop song
 Cause you hot, them hoes lukewarm
 I love your smile, how you kill 'em with the charm
 Ain't gotta front girl, I just wanna dance with you
 More for romance, so let me get your hand, yo
 You got an ass, make a nigga drop bands
 Broke niggas, they could never understand
 Just face it, them niggas basic
 I'm a billionaire boy, and I ain't ape shit
 I hear 'em all bluffing in they conversations
 Or they [?], I'ma raise them
 Get a real one, you in it for the thrill of it
 I got drugs that can never be enough
 That good pussy girl, I'm in it for the feel of it
 You the bomb, why you chillin' on my arm?