Too Late (feat. Ace Cxbain)
Don't fix up when it's too late
Don't fix up when it's too late oh
You been round the city like a suitcase
Rolling with that I'm not in the mood face
I like getting faded on a Tuesday
Running up the numbers while I move weight
Riding on me right after your mood swings
Hanging onto every word that you say
You say
You ain't gotta ask me if I'm sure
I can't put a pass on your allure
Flashbacks, got me knocking on your door
I can't let my demons win
And I cannot let you in
All I can do is, keep going
Whatever things I've seen
Whatever mood I'm in
All I can do is, keep going
Shorty ain't in town
Shit is going down
My heads in the clouds and my feet are on the ground
I keep poppin these benzos that I can't live without
Please don't make me choose or we'd both losing out
Losing out
Baby don't do me like that
Don't fix up when it's too late
Don't fix up when it's too late oh
You been round the city like a suitcase
Rolling with that I'm not in the mood face
I like getting faded on a Tuesday
Running up the numbers while I move weight
Riding on me right after your mood swings
Hanging onto every word that you say
You say
Shawty picture perfect
Work it
You ain't even know it
But imma make it worth it
Way that you're glowing
There ain't no contest
So I try not to blow it
Don't fix up when it's too late oh
You been round the city like a suitcase
Rolling with that I'm not in the mood face
I like getting faded on a Tuesday
Running up the numbers while I move weight
Riding on me right after your mood swings
Hanging onto every word that you say
You say
You ain't gotta ask me if I'm sure
I can't put a pass on your allure
Flashbacks, got me knocking on your door
I can't let my demons win
And I cannot let you in
All I can do is, keep going
Whatever things I've seen
Whatever mood I'm in
All I can do is, keep going
Shorty ain't in town
Shit is going down
My heads in the clouds and my feet are on the ground
I keep poppin these benzos that I can't live without
Please don't make me choose or we'd both losing out
Losing out
Baby don't do me like that
Don't fix up when it's too late
Don't fix up when it's too late oh
You been round the city like a suitcase
Rolling with that I'm not in the mood face
I like getting faded on a Tuesday
Running up the numbers while I move weight
Riding on me right after your mood swings
Hanging onto every word that you say
You say
Shawty picture perfect
Work it
You ain't even know it
But imma make it worth it
Way that you're glowing
There ain't no contest
So I try not to blow it
Credits
Writer(s): Ronald Naika
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