Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Last Page, artist - Funky DL. Album song Autonomy: The 4th Quarter 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.07.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Washington Classics
Song language: English
Last Page |
Yo', uh, uh, uh, |
yeah, uh-huh, |
yeah, uh… uh, yo'. |
VERSE ONE |
I’m sick and tired of writing even though I love releasing music, |
standing in front of a mic like I’m clueless, |
cos I did everything I came to do, said everything I came to say, |
be everything I came to be, changed everything I came to change, |
I spent so much time in the game and did more than I dreamed to do, |
I took everything that I felt, made people say I’m feeling you, |
that’s a wonderful feeling too, |
but every single book has a last page, |
whether you read it slowly or you skim at a fast pace, |
the start of my career had me like I was backstage, |
waiting to get the microphone and go on a rampage, |
that’s why I dropped an album after album for mad days, |
mad weeks, mad months, mad years (yeah) |
and there were times when I felt like I’m stuck in a bad place, |
the poison of the music industry is like rat bait, |
the kinda business that can make you fall out with classmates, |
turn you to a recluse and make you live in a Bat Cave, |
fortunately for me I kept on praying and had faith, |
so me and Stixx and Parris came together with bad breaks, |
embarked upon a journey, signed a deal with this cat Zakes |
and those are still my brothers and I love em', |
they family like my cousin Mikey, |
and when I win, they’re standing right beside me, |
so I’m never looking behind me, |
they never looking to find me, no matter the age, |
every writer will take some joy in completing the last page. |
Every single book has a last page, |
every single journey a last stage, |
every single year has a last day, |
don’t get it the fast way (yo'). |
VERSE TWO |
A'-yo' it’s no secret and I think we are in agreement, |
the music industry’s weak and some artists have no uniqueness, |
some labels continue thieving, but the fans keep it breathing |
and they make artists believe in the power of our achievements, |
so peace to everyone of you showing me adulation, |
and gave your appreciation, and saw me through graduation, |
and came to make a donation, played my music on your station, |
I’m grateful for all your patience, all the praise and elevation, |
yo' word up to Josh Nathan from the 901 |
and if I ever come to Memphis for the Cooper Young Festival, |
I hope to see you in the future son! |
professional in my approach at every step of the way, |
plus the devotion I gave, and the emotion, I’m brave, |
I’m no promotional slave, and there’s no Trojan I crave, |
they say I’m criminally underrated, maybe that’s an understatement, |
all I know is there could never be a genuine replacement |
for my contribution and the people that I kept engaged with |
all the music that I made and all the music that they played, |
and there will always come a time when everyone must turn a page, |
and see what’s on the other side, and move into another stage, |
now I’m looking in the mirror and checking my face, |
buttoning my shirt, put my shoes on, tying the lace, |
heading to the door, I’m gonna live my next moment, |
but I’ll never close it, I’m leaving that fucka' wide open… |