last chance

🎵 LAST CHANCE — (Hook) This my last chance, last dance, no brakes, Shorty so thick she got her own time zone space. She grabbed my wrist, said, “Boy, you mine tonight,” I said, “Damn girl… let me stretch first, alright?” (Verse 1) Met her at the diner, she winked, I panicked, She said, “Sit down, baby, I’m feelin’ romantic.” Next thing I know she slid in my booth, Whole table broke—waitress yelled, “NOT AGAIN, RUTH!” She ordering waffles, chicken, milkshakes, gin, Then looked at me like, “You paying? Cool. Begin.” Tried to flirt back—voice crack, knees weak, She said, “Relax boy, I’ll do the talking… AND the freak.” After dinner she said, “Let’s go somewhere dirty,” I thought she meant the club—nah, she meant 7-Eleven at 3:30. Bought condoms, Cheetos, whipped cream, duct tape— At that point I knew… my life’s not safe. (Hook) This my last chance, last dance, she trouble, Got me breathing like I’m trapped inside a bubble. She said, “Take your pants off,” I said, “Let’s discuss!” She said, “Shhh.” BOOM. I woke up on a city bus. (Verse 2) We hit the bedroom—Lord, I saw death, She picked me up ONCE and stole my breath. Tried to tap out but she grabbed my thighs, Said, “Boy, you ain’t done,” with demon eyes. She threw me on the bed like WWE, My soul left my body like, “Don’t involve me!” She bounced once—mattress folded in half, Alexa stopped playing music and called a priest on my behalf. She said, “Round two?” I said, “Ma’am please no,” She said, “Shut up,” and started her cardio. I prayed to God, Buddha, Beyoncé— Somebody save me, I ain’t built for foreplay! (Bridge) But damn… she fun though, nasty as hell, Talks dirty like she possessed by a Taco Bell spell. And every time she leaves, I swear I’m done… But the moment she texts “U up?” …I run. (Final Hook / Outro) This my last chance, last dance, I’m doomed, She got me trapped like escape room: bedroom. She wild, she thick, she freaky, outrageous— And I swear… I’m comin’ back, even if it’s dangerous.