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Alcott - My Very Last Song Lyrics

[Intro]
Poetics, bring the drums in!

[Hook: KJ-52]
And they'll only really miss you when you dead or you gone
(Dead or you gone, dead or you gone)
So I write every line like the very last song
(Very last song, very last song)
'Cause they'll only really miss you when you dead or you gone
(Dead or you gone, dead or you gone)
So I write every line like the very last song (Really?)
Very last song, it's the very last song

[Verse 1: Alcott]
I be in the lab like an overworked chemist
I be in my bag like Kroger store spinach
Prayin' Mama doesn't hear my dope verse spittin'
'Cause she only let me rap when my homework is finished
Listen, Holy Father, bless her
I'ma keep shinin' 'cause I'm always under pressure, yes, sir
The proposition 'bout my opposition position
Is if you wishin' to see 'em, then you can find 'em on the stretcher
Ugh! "He can kinda rap for a churchgoer
But I don't know what he sayin' 'less the words show up
On the screen, maybe I might like it if the verse slow up"
But first, I'ma— first, I'ma— first, I'ma— first, I'ma—
I'm pickin' a part a beat, I got the surgical precision
And I'm stickin' up all the people with no burner, got the Scripture
On my waistline, I don't like to waste time
Devil in my DM, plus he hit me on the FaceTime
Sent a text that I'm busy, don't be hittin' me back
I left the demons in the past, like a history class
So tell Poetics I'ma run it if he send me a track
And tell KJ to bring me on his victory lap
It's Alcott!
[Hook: KJ-52]
And they'll only really miss you when you're dead or you gone
(Dead or you gone, dead or you gone)
So I write every line like the very last song
(Very last song, very last song)
'Cause they'll only really miss you when you dead or you gone
(Dead or you gone, dead or you gone)
So I write every line like the very last song (Yeah)
Very last song, it's the very last song

[Verse 2: KJ-52]
OG, no bling, but the glow clean
No team, no beam, but my soul free
No trouble, keep the kicks and the nose clean
Bubble when I double-time now, Joel Flow-steen (Uh)
Flow clean all day
Jonah Sorrentino, that's a long name (Yo)
"Fifty-Two", man, that's the wrong name
Had to play a role when I go on the long game
Went the wrong way, made it messy
Like seein' me eatin' in a white tee
With a nine-piece of thigh grease and white cheese
Lowkey, but when I rhyme, it's a hype beast, yeah
Came in nine-three, got the white streaks
In my hair, so it pair wit' the white sneaks
Plus I'm bowin' on down to the right knee
'Cause I'm married to the game, and she wifey, uh
I speak right speech
Plus I'm carryin' the flame, you can find me (Yeah)
Gettin' buried in the brain 'cause I write deep
All I need is the mic and the right beat, yeah
[Hook: KJ-52]
And they'll only really miss you when you dead or you gone
(Dead or you gone, dead or you gone)
So I write every line like the very last song
(Very last song, very last song)
'Cause they'll only really miss you when you dead or you gone
(Dead or you gone, dead or you gone)
So I write every line like the very last song
Very last song, it's the very last song