Cheldon McQueen, Wild Belle - Too Late lyrics

Now that you want me it's too late
It's too late for love or when you got me
You don't care it's too late for love
I'm tired, so tired of playing
Playing such a little fool
My mind is made up
I'm not coming back to you

I'm dying trying to find the
Perfect timing just tell
You that everything that we had is declining
All these little things only
Serve as a reminder
Toothbrush on the counter
Clothes in the dryer
You're only funky as your last cut
You focus on that ass and
Your past eventually catch up
Now that's bad luck more so a bad look
But shit there's no such thing
As a half crook or are you that shook?

I need a man that treats me right
He'll treat me right
He'll feed me supper more than twice
Yes he will, yes yes, he will
I'm not asking for lots of fancy toys
I don't need a lot of fancy toys
Someone to keep me warm at night
So why, why when you had me boy
You must've been blind goodbye, bye
Now you taste the teardrops that I cried

I forget they used to call me
White back in high school
Cause my pants used to hug a nigga waist
Now they girlfriends treat my
Dick like an iphone
Swear they like to rub a nigga case
Most my watches digital
All my flows critical
All these haters looking fucking
Green like they piccolo
Held my city down from the underground
Probably been waiting to drop for
A couple summers now
Knew a couple girls that used to give me
That run around now they run around
Try to get up in my dun ta
Duns like girl do you see him
Pull up in the b-m
Now that's what the fuck I
Call a black european
I'm a b-a double l-e-r
Land all these rappers face down in the e-r
Close curtain check the black
Box on the triage
Man, sorry life's just a bia
Quarter pound round how does she ride, hmm?
Andele andele mama e-i, uh oh
Murder this bitch in bruno maglis
Swag bruno mars, jimi, jada, yeezy
Marley beast

My ride is tinted
The bitch with me inside a menace
She throw it at me like she Roger Clemens