Last Meal

All my records imported sorted through assorted foreign corners I found a source that’s important Pack em up ship em out chop em up Loop bits from the sun dips til the morning While son quits or forfeits I knock late fourth swish from 2/4 fo the court the clock quits while its soaring but who’s counting who’s scoring im counting the kilos of swordfish on the dish and the clicks I slid from the kid sitting on the corners And I did it all in all white forces Y’all might snored it through all the right courses got all the right warning made all the wrong choice I slid by hid my hand and my code Can’t sit still to my ass on the thrown Past these deals til the cash comes in droves Last meal always ask for the most