Al Jacobi - Don't Last Lyrics

Lyrics Don't Last - Al Jacobi



Money is the root to all people
The truth to deceive all
They say money talks, huh
Well, who do you speak fo'?
You talking to me, oh
Money so loud I can't hear you
A lil change for a lil man
Now he got a huge fucking ego
Bought a gold chain just to throw shade
Jesus piece is so profane
Yelling preach, best believe they gon hate
But I'm eating beef like it's protein
New whip to drive the same old way
New crib, and now you miss the old place
New kicks, still fungus in your toe nails
New bitch, but she ain't nothing like your old bae, no
I just fucked myself in some Gucci flip flops
(Ey)
Cleaned the mess up with my Bresciani socks
(Ey)
Coco with Chanel
Cause I do fashion like it's drugs
I wonder why is L for losers?
When all our futures lost
Money don't
Parties don't
Molly don't
Last
Hustle don't
Bottles don't
Stuntin' don't
Last
Power don't
Prowess don't
Order don't
Last
Status don't
Glamor don't
Fashion don't
Last
(Aaah) Trynna last a lil longer
Her daddy left so you can act a lil younger
Anorexic chick with a fat ass on her
Big banging breasts with a flat persona
Bag another one quick just to brag about her
Body count bout to boom while you add her number
Yeah, they always say no till they don't
And you show em how to handle a stick in the back of your Hummer
Yo, big whip, small dick
Don't you know that's what we all think?
I can tell it from the face of your sidechick
She only in your pants for the pockets
Only ever want it when her money short
So shorty sure gotta be down to fuck
You can count on that while you count it up
If you ain't counting stacks, don't count your luck, cause
Women don't
Feelings don't
Chilling don't
Last
Fucking don't
Loving don't
Options don't
Last
Pussy don't
Juices don't
Beauty don't
Last
Pleasure don't
Heaven don't
Forever don't
Last
(Help me on the way to redeem my soul)
(To redeem my soul, to redeem my soul)
(Help me on the way to redeem my soul)
(To redeem my soul, to redeem my soul)
I should visit my grandma to know she ain't dead
I should call my mom and say hi
I should write my dad just to check
I should pick up my brother and go for a ride
I should hit up my friends just to know where they at
I should tell my girl it's for life
I should put down the work and be there
But I guess nothing ever did last, and that's fine, cause
Parents don't
Marriage don't
Family don't
Last
Homies don't
Stories don't
Moments don't
Last
People don't
Heroes don't
Meaning don't
Last
Balance don't
Chances don't
Answers don't
Last
Problems don't
Trouble don't
Struggle don't
Last
Sorrow don't
Horror don't
Drama don't
Last
Carriage don't
Malice don't
Sadness don't
Last
Pressure don't
Failure don't
Questions
Don't ask



Writer(s): Rune Moerch Albrechtsen


Al Jacobi - Confider's Guilt
Album Confider's Guilt
date of release
29-10-2021




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