#lasto

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LastO’s thoughts on his album Where’s Vivian?: “I think that the inspiration for the album came from an adult place. I was starting to feel like everyone around me was convinced that you had to be a caricature… and they were trying to convince me too. For a moment, I think I was convinced but I decided to let go of conventional wisdom and take a leap.Vivian is that leap.”

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Reluctant as a sex symbol... but fuck it I'm ya sex symbol Fa'real I'm in this room It is populated with dimes tho The fuck do I know? I don't know n'ery none of them why tho? Dawg, I can't call it Make it my job -- it's my 9 to 5 now To get to know you Find some time, set it aside to dine on... Dinner and movies You might decline thinkin I'm the type or kind that plays with minds I never play mind games, 'specially when I find a mind that is fine Wicked, a wicked lil boy -- call me whenever if ever I'd be inclined to dial 9, open a line, I wouldn't mind Talking bout this and bout that Issues most niggas would never I won't shake salt on dem boys, but listen here this isn't pepper This is as real as it ever gets... I offend them on records; In person: know me to love me Love me, you love me forever Dawg, L.O. -- possessed by the devil You into what I'm into? Let's do a connect 4 Minus about two chips, no breezies just these two oop! You, me, and these two lips Just you, me, no youtube clips Reluctant as a sex symbol... but fuck it I'm ya sex symbol Sweat out… salt water from your left temple Rapper / slip it out that packaged wrapper It’s rubber Buncha racket when a nigga fuck ya That’s awful… same mouth I let my momma talk to Forgive me, flaunt it, fuck it, that’s in me… um Offending, then I call you dial your number out We can give brains We can suck that dummy out You gon’ make me beg — now I know what bein’ bummy bout Birds and the honeybees I turn pug-ugly when I do my cumming thing pass out and catch a hundred Zs Oooh LastO, se habla en espanol? Too caliente for you and yours to handle Attitude is on fuck it; like fuck the things yo man say (you ain’t got a man, do you?) Well if you got a man, then where’s ya man? I be just inquiring It ain’t really that pressing Ain’t like I’m gonna cry or nothing Plus it’s never shade, cause listen, I don’t like them type of tans If he wack, well then he wack, then dust him off and try again But fuck if that’s ya taste, well then you like that Throw them spices in Cause I could fish that ocean where all of them other Pisces swim I don’t give a damn about what’s T or if the ice is in I don’t give a fuck about your Judys if they chimin’ in 10 digits to reach me, you can write them or can dial them in Cause you have got a colon I would like to stick my hyphen in Or I could take your number You’ll get mine when I type “Hi” then SEND I don’t drink no cold ones Just this piff and then the pipe it’s in I could whistle up this taxi Back to my apartment in Brooklyn Where I got this ceiling and this upholstery or We could take it slowly Social networks you can add me; @ me on Twitter But I ain’t really known for being chatty