Lyrics:
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
talkin' talkin'
Way too much, way too much, way too much, way too much
Got me textin', callin' it's 2:30 in the morning
Tryna wake you up, wake you up
little, too late
We’re too far gone.
Maybe it’s too little, too late
We’re too far gone.
And there ain’t much left to save.
We sat by the fire
Seven
see this now, tomorrow may be too late.
Roosevelt: Too late…hmmm, I see, well, if it’s that important, tell me right away, what’s it say.
Running
the trail is more scenic
It's too late,
No bond or long leases
Bat cave disease made by Liam Neeson
Mask up, lost touch, no feelings
Bad luck, got struck, oh
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
supposedly on it's way
Too little, too late
We are all responsible for the
Third world we create
Now we try to help these people
But we're too fucking late
learn to take the rough with the smooth
I'll never learn to live with that much abuse
'Cause I guess I'm just a little too sensitive
I guess I'm just
learn to take the rough with the smooth
I'll never learn to live with that much abuse
'Cause I guess I'm just a little too sensitive
I guess I'm just
boots
You're trying way too hard
But you better love that
Hank Williams Jr. song
There's no way to please everybody
Though you'll spend too much time
I been through a lot, can't talk too much
I got PTSD, I can't trust this girl
I'm fucked I know, my heart's been broke
And I think too much, can't
It's too much room (It's scandalous)
Too much, too much room babe, babe
There's too much room up in here
Put your hand a little closer babe
So you
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
everything I got
I'm too too busy, I'm about to pop
Yo, yo, tell me when I'm done bro
This shit's way too much bro
Degree's something heavy
Damn If I ain't
baby on her back (Weh mama weh)
Friends, relatives ran for her
But it was too late (For mama, mama)
For mama (For mama, mama)
It was too late (For mama,
inspiration
Then there's plagiarism my little child
I'm too rich for that
Spent it, too much cash
Blew it, blew it back
Poppin' 2, 2, 2 more xans syrup
all gone
Think I'll ever stop you'll be dead wrong
The ending is the beginning
It's been long enough
Too late for LDA time is up
Too late for LDA
clock why can't it be wrong
If we could've left home by quarter to nine
Could've had fun with plenty of time
We got started just a little bit late
learn to take the rough with the smooth
I'll never learn to live with that much abuse
'Cause I guess I'm just a little too sensitive
I guess I'm just
things, toast this Jameson to her mood swings
All that you say stings
Drinking take a little off the edge
I was hanging off the bed
Know I ain't too proud
too late (it's not)
It's not too late to try
It's not too late for you (you)
Don't make me have to choose
Don't make me have to choose (choose)
me
I had way too much of this Hennessy boi
She say I had way too much of this Hennessy Yeah
I had way too much of this Hennessy boi
She say I had way
said you didn't want my love?
Now you want my love back
Well, it's a little too much, a little too late
Don't get another chance with the heart that
on 'em
Machine (ha)
'Cause it ain't too much to it (it ain't too much to it)
It ain't too much to it (it ain't too much to it)
Nah (nah)
Lil' smoke,
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