Tekster:
Prince Last Heart

bomb, records is platinum, skin is bronze Flows all night like vintage dom Been this nice since the first Prince Bomb Before the artist was known as wit my grown ass Haters said it won't last

slab And put 'em in a cab (Uh) Now I ain't the type of brother to go out and pick a fight But man, man I really, really, hate to hear stuff like

talking I was across the street Loungin and lost in the beat Peeped you insatiable urged to holla Out of my car insatiable urge to folla On my mark heart

I Cant wait to be with you Loving you is all I wanna do 10 o clock your flight lands Can't wait to hold the palm of your hands Been seven long days since the last

wanted to reach out and touch An Alpine stereo that straight up rocked With 12 inch woofers you could hear for blocks The first day I got it, I was frontin' real hard I could hear

The queen of light took her bow And then she turned to go, The prince of peace embraced the gloom And walked the night alone. Oooh dance in the dark of

My sweet prince, you used to love a lady You wrote poems for her, you were so kind Now she's hearing you're becoming crazy That you've lost grip of

Oi P it's your round Na it's your round Oi it's your fucking round man I got the last fucking round! Hey you still owe me five anyway bro! You get the

hear a cock crow in the distance And it shatters my illusions And drives me to my knees Where the last and the least Meet the Prince of their Peace