From the album The Lo-Fis
This is an outro that withholds what came before it. The title promises bars, hip-hop's word for lyrics, for verbal weight, but delivers only hummed melody. It's a refusal dressed as a resolution, the sound of someone who said everything they needed to say earlier and now just wants to fade out singing.
La, la-la, la, la-la / La, la-la, la, la-la
Pure vocalization where language should be. The choice to replace words with syllables turns the outro into an exhale, like the song burned through all its verbal fuel and now runs on breath alone.
La, la-la (Oh), la, la-la
That single 'Oh' is the only break in the pattern, a moment where real emotion leaks through the melodic loop. It might be relief, it might be regret, but it's the closest thing to a word Lacy gives you.
La, la-la, la, la-la / La, la-la, la, la-la / La, la-la, la, la-la
The loop continues past the point where most outros would cut. Not closure, just repetition until it stops mattering. The ending doesn't resolve anything, it just runs out.
What sticks is the gap between what the title promises and what the song delivers. Lacy knows that sometimes the smartest lyric is no lyric at all. You walk away wondering what he said in the first fifteen bars.