Baker Ya Maker
It’sTooLate
Its too late
Its too late
Its too late
Right now its too late
Don’t say it ain't so cuz i know
All you had to was wait for my ghost
Everybody love to talk til they choke
Now its too late for love notes yeah
All you had to do was wait for me
Now you won’t you stay away from me
Know a cat got nine lives
They wanna take them all away from me
These people got no respect
Never heard of midnight or sesh
When they all hear red rum
They the first ones to run for prez
You hear about em selling pounds in chicago
Talkin all about the folks that they know
Takin pictures of the racks on the down low
Getting caught up in the game cuz they too slow