This is a song about "Our song"

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

You seen me evolve more with each song

Da inspiration to make dis song.

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

No more sad song on pianos

Live from the lamont's rose

And if i want to go outside

Fuck you know this song might

Most times when a liquor all gone

Picturein your smile while writin this song.

Smoking 100 dollar worth of strong

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

Or i wouldn't be writing this song

See, with you, i never see it wrong

I know the world gets cold and the days get long

This is the end of my fucking song