[male
vocals] (
Drum
roll,
heavy
bass
drop)
Mak
pums
on
the
beat
Lyrics.
When
I
finally
die.
Don't
cry
too
much.
Just
give
my
phone.
To
my
closest
brother.
Let
him
post
one
story.
Everyone
must
read
it. (
Chorus)
One
last
story
on
my
phone.
Are
you
happy
now
eh
eh
eh.
Not
that
I
hated
every
one.
But
because
some
people.
Never
realized
how
much
pain.
How
much
pain
they
caused
to
me.
They
saw
the
smiles.
But
not
the
tears
behind
it.
Maybe
then,
they
will
understand
That
people
don't
die
from
single
wounds.
They
die
from
carrying
too
many
of
them.
For
so
long. (
Verse 2)
The
pain
I
experienced.
They
heard
my
jokes.
But
not
my
silent
screams.
They
watched
me
fight
battles
alone.
But
they
never
cared.
Maybe
then,
they
will
remember.
The
messeges
they
ignored. (
Chorus)
One
last
story
on
my
phone.
Are
you
happy
now
eh
eh
eh.
Not
that
I
hated
every
one.
But
because
some
people.
Never
realized
how
much
pain.
How
much
pain
they
caused
to
me.
They
saw
the
smiles.
But
not
the
tears
behind
it.
Maybe
then,
they
will
understand
That
people
don't
die
from
single
wounds.
They
die
from
carrying
too
many
of
them.
For
so
long. (
Final)
The
love
they
took
for
granted.
The
love
they
took
for
granted.
And
the
heart
they
constantly
broke.
That
heart
they
constantly
broke.
They
should
not
cry
too
much.
They
should
not
cry
too
much.
My
last
story.
My
last
story.
Wood
woo
woo.
My
last
story.
My
last
story.
Jah
rastafarai
Jah
never
dies.
Jah
live
for
ever (
Fade
out
with
bass
and
organ)