Last Tattoo Lyrics
| Song | Last Tattoo |
| Artist | Rehab |
| Album | Graffiti the World [Universal Republic] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Camp, DJ Alexander, Hartnett | |
| [Hook:]This will be my last tattoo | |
| To cover the memory of someone | |
| I thought | |
| I'd always need | |
| Cover her name with a smoking gun | |
| Make it hurt as much as possible and make it bleed | |
| Just can't take it no more feelin' numb | |
| Woke up face on the floor | |
| I was dumb | |
| Cut me all the way to the core morning comes | |
| Time to get busy forgetting again | |
| Tired of going out my mind | |
| Looking for something | |
| I won't find | |
| How could | |
| I have been so blind | |
| This is a load of crap | |
| It figures she would win | |
| But I'll learn to feel again | |
| Bear down hard when you fill it in | |
| Give me the pain | |
| I'll grit my teeth in[Hook:] | |
| This will be my last tattoo | |
| To cover the memory of someone | |
| I thought | |
| I'd always need | |
| Cover her name with a smoking gun | |
| Make it hurt as much as possible and make it bleed | |
| You know when | |
| I woke up this morning she was long good gone | |
| I thought she heard me say she was my vertebrae my back bone | |
| But bone the dawn feels wrong, the night ain't right | |
| The phone ain't on and she broke out last night | |
| Left a note sayin' she won't hang on, she just can't fight | |
| I know she's with | |
| Brock Scott, that jock with blonde locks | |
| That blocks shots, guess | |
| I'm just not that hot | |
| Mailbox for cocks | |
| Let him bust your rear 'cause you don't trust my rap career | |
| But need I point out our bank account with a large amount | |
| You left in the bank you skank, what you think | |
| I'm a take this loot and buy some ink | |
| You can take that shit you talkin' with you walkin' hooker[Hook:] | |
| This will be my last tattoo | |
| To cover the memory of someone | |
| I thought | |
| I'd always need | |
| Cover her name with a smoking gun | |
| Make it hurt as much as possible and make it bleed | |
| Her face is still in my brain kill her name | |
| I'm still dealing with pain what a shame | |
| Heart still wearing a stain | |
| I'm to blame | |
| Little bitty guilty's crawling all over my soul | |
| I can't believe this shit | |
| Said I caused the things she did | |
| Bear down hard when you fill it in | |
| Give me the pain | |
| I'll grit my teeth in[Hook:] | |
| This will be my last tattoo | |
| To cover the memory of someone | |
| I thought | |
| I'd always need | |
| Cover her name with a smoking gun | |
| Make it hurt as much as possible and make it bleed |
| zuo qu : Camp, DJ Alexander, Hartnett | |
| Hook: This will be my last tattoo | |
| To cover the memory of someone | |
| I thought | |
| I' d always need | |
| Cover her name with a smoking gun | |
| Make it hurt as much as possible and make it bleed | |
| Just can' t take it no more feelin' numb | |
| Woke up face on the floor | |
| I was dumb | |
| Cut me all the way to the core morning comes | |
| Time to get busy forgetting again | |
| Tired of going out my mind | |
| Looking for something | |
| I won' t find | |
| How could | |
| I have been so blind | |
| This is a load of crap | |
| It figures she would win | |
| But I' ll learn to feel again | |
| Bear down hard when you fill it in | |
| Give me the pain | |
| I' ll grit my teeth in Hook: | |
| This will be my last tattoo | |
| To cover the memory of someone | |
| I thought | |
| I' d always need | |
| Cover her name with a smoking gun | |
| Make it hurt as much as possible and make it bleed | |
| You know when | |
| I woke up this morning she was long good gone | |
| I thought she heard me say she was my vertebrae my back bone | |
| But bone the dawn feels wrong, the night ain' t right | |
| The phone ain' t on and she broke out last night | |
| Left a note sayin' she won' t hang on, she just can' t fight | |
| I know she' s with | |
| Brock Scott, that jock with blonde locks | |
| That blocks shots, guess | |
| I' m just not that hot | |
| Mailbox for cocks | |
| Let him bust your rear ' cause you don' t trust my rap career | |
| But need I point out our bank account with a large amount | |
| You left in the bank you skank, what you think | |
| I' m a take this loot and buy some ink | |
| You can take that shit you talkin' with you walkin' hooker Hook: | |
| This will be my last tattoo | |
| To cover the memory of someone | |
| I thought | |
| I' d always need | |
| Cover her name with a smoking gun | |
| Make it hurt as much as possible and make it bleed | |
| Her face is still in my brain kill her name | |
| I' m still dealing with pain what a shame | |
| Heart still wearing a stain | |
| I' m to blame | |
| Little bitty guilty' s crawling all over my soul | |
| I can' t believe this shit | |
| Said I caused the things she did | |
| Bear down hard when you fill it in | |
| Give me the pain | |
| I' ll grit my teeth in Hook: | |
| This will be my last tattoo | |
| To cover the memory of someone | |
| I thought | |
| I' d always need | |
| Cover her name with a smoking gun | |
| Make it hurt as much as possible and make it bleed |
| zuò qǔ : Camp, DJ Alexander, Hartnett | |
| Hook: This will be my last tattoo | |
| To cover the memory of someone | |
| I thought | |
| I' d always need | |
| Cover her name with a smoking gun | |
| Make it hurt as much as possible and make it bleed | |
| Just can' t take it no more feelin' numb | |
| Woke up face on the floor | |
| I was dumb | |
| Cut me all the way to the core morning comes | |
| Time to get busy forgetting again | |
| Tired of going out my mind | |
| Looking for something | |
| I won' t find | |
| How could | |
| I have been so blind | |
| This is a load of crap | |
| It figures she would win | |
| But I' ll learn to feel again | |
| Bear down hard when you fill it in | |
| Give me the pain | |
| I' ll grit my teeth in Hook: | |
| This will be my last tattoo | |
| To cover the memory of someone | |
| I thought | |
| I' d always need | |
| Cover her name with a smoking gun | |
| Make it hurt as much as possible and make it bleed | |
| You know when | |
| I woke up this morning she was long good gone | |
| I thought she heard me say she was my vertebrae my back bone | |
| But bone the dawn feels wrong, the night ain' t right | |
| The phone ain' t on and she broke out last night | |
| Left a note sayin' she won' t hang on, she just can' t fight | |
| I know she' s with | |
| Brock Scott, that jock with blonde locks | |
| That blocks shots, guess | |
| I' m just not that hot | |
| Mailbox for cocks | |
| Let him bust your rear ' cause you don' t trust my rap career | |
| But need I point out our bank account with a large amount | |
| You left in the bank you skank, what you think | |
| I' m a take this loot and buy some ink | |
| You can take that shit you talkin' with you walkin' hooker Hook: | |
| This will be my last tattoo | |
| To cover the memory of someone | |
| I thought | |
| I' d always need | |
| Cover her name with a smoking gun | |
| Make it hurt as much as possible and make it bleed | |
| Her face is still in my brain kill her name | |
| I' m still dealing with pain what a shame | |
| Heart still wearing a stain | |
| I' m to blame | |
| Little bitty guilty' s crawling all over my soul | |
| I can' t believe this shit | |
| Said I caused the things she did | |
| Bear down hard when you fill it in | |
| Give me the pain | |
| I' ll grit my teeth in Hook: | |
| This will be my last tattoo | |
| To cover the memory of someone | |
| I thought | |
| I' d always need | |
| Cover her name with a smoking gun | |
| Make it hurt as much as possible and make it bleed |
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