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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · African Classics: Brenda Fassie (Brenda Fassie) · The Brenda Fassie Story (Brenda Fassie) · Brenda Fassie [Bonus Tracks] (Brenda Fassie) · Too Late, Too Late Blues, Vol. 8 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Too Late Too Late, Vol. 4 (1892-1937) (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Too Late, Too Late Blues, Vol. 10: 1926-1951 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Too Late, Too Late Blues, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Too Late, Too Late Blues, Vol. 6 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Too Late, Too Late, Vol. 9: 1922-1945 (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


The winds came by
And they carried me away
At least that's what your mama said she'd say
Of course I knew that you would never believe
But, baby,
all, mama's fallen angel
Lose it all, rollin' the dice of her life

Too much too soon
Or just a little too late
'Cause when her ship came in
She wasn't
Lose big, livin' out her lies
Wants it all, mama's fallen angel
Lose it all, rollin' the dice of her life

Too much too soon
Or just a little too
Or just a little too late
'Cause when her ship came in
She wasn't there and it just wouldn't wait

(lead)

*Chorus*
her life.

Too much, too soon, or just a little too late,
'Cause when the ship came in she wasn't there, and it just wouldn't wait.

Win big,
Mama's
said they keep on falling
And they keep on falling
I said they keep on falling

(Slaughterhouse yo)

I'm the product of when a nigga's mama gives
sometimes I think the devil has got me by the sleeve
Oh, Mama don't forget to pray for me
Oh, Mama don't forget to pray for me
Too many, too many mornings
Gotta wake up soon
Too many, too many mornings, whoa Lord gotta wake up soon
Oh, and eat my breakfast by the light
Too many, too many mornings
Gotta wake up soon
Too many, too many mornings, whoa Lord gotta wake up soon
Oh, and eat my breakfast by the light
Too many, too many mornings
Gotta wake up soon
Too many, too many mornings, whoa Lord gotta wake up soon
Oh, and eat my breakfast by the light
running late, we tend to make mistakes,
We go 'round and 'round, from love to love
It's either way too much or not enough

Gimme lazy days with nothing
point are you trying to gain
If you can't fit the pumps I walk in?
I'll wait
Your rebuttal a little too late
And if you have a album date, just make
hot, fire is proven
To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot it
Tired of running, choirs is
Tra La La La Suzy
Dean and Jean
Written by Brenda Lee Jones and Welton Young

Peaked at # 35 in 1964


Tra la la la Suzy
Tra la la la Suzy
funk-ay, it's gettin funk-ay
It's the formula, murder was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you save me?
Dear Mama, Brenda had a baby
Hard
Or just a little too late
'Cause when her ship came in
She wasn't there and it just wouldn't wait

[Chorus]
through her hair again
Before it gets too late to see Rock City

Well, she stopped in Chattanooga
And called her mama's beauty shop
She said I won't be home
late
For good advice
You know and I know that our good things' through
Because there's consequences for what we do
Consequences for me and you

I
home,by a street phone yard
All she's got it on memories
And has letter on his hands.

It said
Mama don't care, Mama don't you cry
I'm still you
Like a hard mama work just trying to get by (hey yea) 
And enough ghetto youth so they still want no get no bly  
Just keep on the hustle ‘cause we
a skunk
Now I know what you're thinkin', it's kind of late to go swimmin'
But you know your mama, she's one of those type of women
That do crazy things,
Thunderbird was July hot now
Muddy lake was the perfect spot for
Camp fire, drinkin' beer
Skippin' half your senior year

Told your mama
take mama for a whittle walk along the pier
Baby, don't cry honey, don't get the wrong idea
Mama's too sweepy to hear you screamin' in her ear (ma-ma
rainbows and dreams, 
Trying hard to believe 
This is how it could be 
Yesterday was yesterday, tomorrow's just a day away 
By then it may be too late
gonna take mama for a wittle walk along the pier
Baby, don't cry honey, don't get the wrong idea
Mama's too sweepy to hear you screamin in her ear