Last Kiss

[Intro: Pharrell] Hey! [Verse 1: Kent Jamz] 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 [Hook: Kent Jamz/Pharrell Williams] 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 I read, that you don't know So better keep, your body close [Verse 2: Joon] Girls in and out my phone cause I don't got a clock Made out of the faces 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: P] 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? [Hook]