Biography:
Our Last Night is an American post-hardcore band formed in 2004, consisting of brothers Trevor (vocals) and Matthew (guitar, vocals) Wentworth, Alex "Woody" Woodrow (bass guitar), and Timothy Molloy (drums). The band is known for its post-hardcore and alternative metal renditions of popular pop songs.
As of 2020 they have released six full length albums and seven EPs
Studio albums:
The Ghosts Among Us (2008)
We Will All Evolve (2010)
Age of Ignorance (2012)
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Other songs:
- Sunrise
- Wrecking Ball
- A World Divided
- Across The Ocean
- Blank Space
- Broken Lives
- Caught In The Storm
- Common Ground
- Dark Storms
- Falling Away
- Fantasy Land
- Fate
- Forgotten Souls
- Home
- Humble
- Ive Never Felt This Way
- Oak Island
- Reality Without You
- Reason To Love
- Road To The Throne
- Same Old War
- Scared Of Change
- Sorry
- The Air I Breathe
- Tongue Tied
- Voices
- White Tiger
- Younger Dreams
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Intro]
C Am Em D C
Am
Nobody pray for me
Em
Even a day for me
Am D
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)
C A E D
C A E D
[Verse 1]
C A Em
I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
E C
Finesse a fella with some counterfeits, but now I'm countin' this
A Em
Parmesan where my accountant lives; in fact, I'm downin' this
D C
D'USSÃ? with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Am Em
Girl, I can buy yo' ass the world with my paystub
A C
Ooh, that pussy good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?
Am Bm
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
B E
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin' Tetris
F E
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk
Am Em
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
F E
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
N.C. E
My left stroke just went viral
A E
Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral
A E
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
D
It's levels to it, you and I know
[Chorus]
C
Bitch, be humble
Am
Sit down
Em
Be humble
G
Sit down
C
Be humble
Am
sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch)
Em
Be humble (lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch)
G
Sit down
C
Be humble
Am
Sit down
Be humble
Em
Sit down and be humble
D
Bitch, sit down
C
Be humble
A
Sit down
Em
Be Humble
D
Sit down
[Verse 2]
C E
Who dat fella thinkin' that he frontin' on Man-Man? (Man-Man)
D
Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman)
C A
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right
Em D
I make a play fucking up your whole life
C Am
I'm so fuckin' sick and tired of the Photoshop
Em A
Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor
C Am
Show me somethin' natural like ass with some stretch marks
B N.C.
Still will take you down right on your mama's couch in Polo socks
E
Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don't fabricate it, ayy, most of y'all be fakin', ayy
F E
I stay modest 'bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
A E
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
A E
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk
If I kill a fellaa, it won't be the alcohol, ayy
I'm the realest dude after all
[Chorus]
D C
Bitch, be humble
Am
Sit down
Em
Be humble
D
Sit down
C
Be humble
A
sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch)
Em
Be humble (lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch)
D C
Sit down
Am
Sit down
Em
Be humble
D C
Sit down and be humble
A
sit down
Em
Be humble
F
Sit down
[Breakdown Outro]
A
Bitch be humble!
Dm A
Dm A
D
C Am Em D C
Am
Nobody pray for me
Em
Even a day for me
Am D
Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!)
C A E D
C A E D
[Verse 1]
C A Em
I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances
E C
Finesse a fella with some counterfeits, but now I'm countin' this
A Em
Parmesan where my accountant lives; in fact, I'm downin' this
D C
D'USSÃ? with my boo bae tastes like Kool-Aid for the analysts
Am Em
Girl, I can buy yo' ass the world with my paystub
A C
Ooh, that pussy good, won't you sit it on my taste bloods?
Am Bm
I get way too petty once you let me do the extras
B E
Pull up on your block, then break it down: we playin' Tetris
F E
A.M. to the P.M., P.M. to the A.M., funk
Piss out your per diem, you just gotta hate 'em, funk
Am Em
If I quit your BM, I still ride Mercedes, funk
F E
If I quit this season, I still be the greatest, funk
N.C. E
My left stroke just went viral
A E
Right stroke put lil' baby in a spiral
A E
Soprano C, we like to keep it on a high note
D
It's levels to it, you and I know
[Chorus]
C
Bitch, be humble
Am
Sit down
Em
Be humble
G
Sit down
C
Be humble
Am
sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch)
Em
Be humble (lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch)
G
Sit down
C
Be humble
Am
Sit down
Be humble
Em
Sit down and be humble
D
Bitch, sit down
C
Be humble
A
Sit down
Em
Be Humble
D
Sit down
[Verse 2]
C E
Who dat fella thinkin' that he frontin' on Man-Man? (Man-Man)
D
Get the fuck off my stage, I'm the Sandman (Sandman)
C A
Get the fuck off my dick, that ain't right
Em D
I make a play fucking up your whole life
C Am
I'm so fuckin' sick and tired of the Photoshop
Em A
Show me somethin' natural like afro on Richard Pryor
C Am
Show me somethin' natural like ass with some stretch marks
B N.C.
Still will take you down right on your mama's couch in Polo socks
E
Ayy, this shit way too crazy, ayy, you do not amaze me, ayy
I blew cool from AC, ayy, Obama just paged me, ayy
I don't fabricate it, ayy, most of y'all be fakin', ayy
F E
I stay modest 'bout it, ayy, she elaborate it, ayy
A E
This that Grey Poupon, that Evian, that TED Talk, ayy
A E
Watch my soul speak, you let the meds talk
If I kill a fellaa, it won't be the alcohol, ayy
I'm the realest dude after all
[Chorus]
D C
Bitch, be humble
Am
Sit down
Em
Be humble
D
Sit down
C
Be humble
A
sit down (hol' up, hol' up, lil' bitch)
Em
Be humble (lil' bitch, hol' up, bitch)
D C
Sit down
Am
Sit down
Em
Be humble
D C
Sit down and be humble
A
sit down
Em
Be humble
F
Sit down
[Breakdown Outro]
A
Bitch be humble!
Dm A
Dm A
D
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