D' Stoic - too late

Now it's too late, too late, too late for me to run away
You wait, you wait, you wait, for me to make a change
And you hope, you hope, you hope that I'ma do it
Facts and lies I've been through it
Bring the beat I'm into it
I hope, I hope, I hope the same
And maybe I don't, I don't smoke with these chains
I'll break them right now, right now, or break them then
Smoke this shit, I'm insane
Maybe it's too late then
Then I pretend I care
For my own health
It's straight up sent from hell
When I feel well
What do you know about me when I'm unwell
Do you know the real me? You know Denzel
What if it's too late for me to die
I know too much, I think I've reached the end
I can flip this shit and you would die
If you take my pride too much to an extend
I'm not the type to be playing with voices
I'm not the type to get mad for a bitch
I'll show you around, you get critical view of the field then I'll jump off the bridge
Is it too late to die
Die
Too late to
Die
I look at my wrist the time is wrong I think I'm bugging
I should be on a party but instead I'm just assuming I'll die
Die
I'm feeling depressed
My whole life just turned to a mess
I got it, the mic, don't remember I guess
There's too many things in your mind
No space for a guest
I didn't know that I don't need it
But then I realized all this time I've been bitter
About the good times we done spent, hurts to see them
I wouldn't give shit to go back it's just a memory
Now it's too late, too late, too late for me to run away
You wait, you wait, you wait, for me to make a change
And you hope, you hope, you hope that I'ma do it
Facts and lies I've been through it
Bring the beat I'm into it
I hope, I hope, I hope the same
And maybe I don't, I don't smoke with these chains
I'll break them right now, right now, or break them then
Smoke this shit, I'm insane
Maybe it's too late then
I'm not the type to be playing with voices
I'm not the type to get mad for a bitch
I'll show you around, you get critical view of the field
Then I'll jump off the bridge, is it too late to die
What do you know about me when I'm unwell
Do you know the real me? You know Denzel
I look at my wrist the time is wrong I think I'm bugging
I should be on a party but instead I'm just assuming I'll die
Die

Written by:
Denzel Contreras

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