Too Late

Lyrics

Intro/Chorus: Shelene
 Too late, too late baby, bye-bye
 I'll be there tonight
 You'll get left behind
 Now's my time to shine
 Verse One: Grand Puba
 Now I got the best birthday present when my ass born
 It was my mama, old dad plant the seed like a farmer
 Life was kind of hard livin in hell's backyard
 Didin't have a job, honey fronted on the GOD
 Shorty racing, only hollering at cats who be lacin
 She had some shit with her, she was caught up in the glitter
 "Brother come see me when you get five digits bigger"
 Oh that's the way you tryin to doo-doo on a nigga
 She likes the lavish, no time for a brother livin average
 Play the knees for the cheese like a savage
 Now she lost and turned out, rotten teeth in her mouth
 cos she ran the wrong route
 Shorty 'member me, now I'm seven digits bigger
 Platinum artist status, mad cheese from Hilfiger
 Now ya feelin me because you're smoked out and high
 but too late baby, bye-bye
 Chorus
 Verse Two: Lord Jamar
 I wish you could have been there when I had my first fight
 The other kid said he was gonna get his father
 I didn't bother to respond cos I knew that you was gone
 Forced to carry on and teach myself right from wrong
 As far back as I can remember you was never around
 In September it was back to school
 The eldest member of my family so I packed the tool
 It made a nigga feel manly when I smacked a fool
 with it, could've schooled me on pussy before I hit it
 Or took me to a park with a ball and said "Hit it"
 But we was all left in the dark, accepting the parts
 of you we was able to get, affectin my heart
 Nowadays you expecting to start, anew
 when I lived my whole life apart from you
 Too late you better check the due date
 See there's no explanation for the expiration
 Chorus
 Bridge: Sherene
 It's too late, bye-bye
 Oh bye-bye-bye-bye-bye-byeeee, yeah
 It's too late, bye-bye, oh babe
 Bye-bye-bye-bye-byeeee-bye-bye
 Bye-bye-bye-bye-byeeeee
 Verse Three: Sadat X
 Niggas disrespect my crib droppin ashes on the floor
 Another half of beer I'm findin behind the chair
 Let you meal like you wish but you can't even wash a dish
 but you love to eat and rest them stink ass feet
 And blow up my telephone line like you was home
 Seen a nigga make five quick calls to the dome
 Ride around all day, 'Dro-ed or hash
 I ain't never heard once "Can I help you with gas?"
 I ain't never heard "X, can I buy you a meal?"
 But if we going downtown niggas is ready to wheel
 Now if you broke you broke, you got five dollars, give me one
 Cos most likely I'll give it back before the day is done
 If I'm spendin and bending, you should do it pendin
 That day when you break out and finally get your cake
 But I don't let that stress me cos life is but a test, B
 And every waken day, I'ma stay okay
 Chorus to fade

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Song Details

Duration
04:45
Key
11
Tempo
98 BPM

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