Too Late
It's too late
So you thought you could catch me in time
As if
You're too fucking late
It's too late
Get me higher
Make my blood like water
Full of all these chemicals
Got your eyes rolling back
Pulse-racing heart attack
To the brink of emergency
What's that? You're out of dope
What the hell are we gonna smoke
Should've told me I was fucking with a bitch that's broke
Now I gag now I choke
Vomit coming up my throat
'Cus the thought of you's repulsive got me feeling so impulsive
I could let you fall
Into the abyss
But what fun would that be
I'm not gonna wait
I've let you have your fun
But now it's getting late
It's too late
I'm done waiting around for you bitch
No matter what you do I'm always gonna snitch
The stitches will be worth it, every part of you's imperfect
So stop calling and stop texting I won't let you ride my dick
If you tried you could've had me
With the way you liked to grab me
But you've got me feeling sassy
Need a guy that's hella classy
So your wannabe nature
And your awkward facial features
Won't ever fill my meter
Hell, I should be even meaner
It's too late
I could let you fall
Into the abyss
But what fun would that be
I could let you fall
I could let you fall
I could let you fall
I could let you fall
If you want me to grind my teeth
Then you can't look so pitifully
I'm better on my own
No more fucking chasers
Now all that's left to say is three simple words
So you thought you could catch me in time
As if
You're too fucking late
It's too late
Get me higher
Make my blood like water
Full of all these chemicals
Got your eyes rolling back
Pulse-racing heart attack
To the brink of emergency
What's that? You're out of dope
What the hell are we gonna smoke
Should've told me I was fucking with a bitch that's broke
Now I gag now I choke
Vomit coming up my throat
'Cus the thought of you's repulsive got me feeling so impulsive
I could let you fall
Into the abyss
But what fun would that be
I'm not gonna wait
I've let you have your fun
But now it's getting late
It's too late
I'm done waiting around for you bitch
No matter what you do I'm always gonna snitch
The stitches will be worth it, every part of you's imperfect
So stop calling and stop texting I won't let you ride my dick
If you tried you could've had me
With the way you liked to grab me
But you've got me feeling sassy
Need a guy that's hella classy
So your wannabe nature
And your awkward facial features
Won't ever fill my meter
Hell, I should be even meaner
It's too late
I could let you fall
Into the abyss
But what fun would that be
I could let you fall
I could let you fall
I could let you fall
I could let you fall
If you want me to grind my teeth
Then you can't look so pitifully
I'm better on my own
No more fucking chasers
Now all that's left to say is three simple words
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