[00:00.00] 作词 : Cheldon Pollard
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Cheldon Pollard
[00:23.76]Now that you want me it's too late
[00:30.85]It's too late for love
[00:34.13]Boy when you got me
[00:37.26]You don't care
[00:41.19]It's too late for love
[00:44.24]I'm tired, so tired of playing
[00:51.56]Playing such a little fool
[00:54.46]My mind is made up
[01:01.96]I'm not coming back to you
[01:05.07]I'm dying trying to find the perfect timing just tell you that everything that we had is declining
[01:09.69]All these little things only serve as a reminder
[01:12.34]Toothbrush on the counter
[01:13.73]Clothes in the dryer
[01:15.80]You're only funky as your last cut, you focus on that ass and your past eventually catch up
[01:20.38]Now that's bad luck
[01:21.69]More so a bad look
[01:22.96]But **** there's no such thing as a half croo
[01:25.96]I need (Or are you that shook?) a man that treats me right
[01:31.09]He'll treat me right
[01:36.40]He'll feed me supper more than twice
[01:41.40]Yes he will, yes yes, he will
[01:46.12]I'm not asking for lots of fancy toys
[01:52.01]I don't need a lot of fancy toys
[01:56.95]Someone to keep me warm at night
[02:06.00]So why, why when you had me boy
[02:10.61]You must've been blind
[02:16.50]Goodbye, bye
[02:19.08]Now you taste the teardrops that I cried
[02:37.70]I forget they used to call me white back in high school
[02:41.98]Cause my pants used to hug a nigga waist
[02:43.26]Now they girlfriends treat my d**k like an iphon
[02:46.44]Swear they like to rub a nigga case
[02:48.34]Most my watches digital, all my flows critical
[02:51.00]All these haters looking ****ing green like they piccol
[02:53.65]Held my city down from the underground
[02:55.66]Probably been waiting to drop for a couple summers now
[02:58.17]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.
[03:03.92]Girl do you see him
[03:05.25]Pull up in the b-m
[03:06.46]Now that's what the **** I call a black europea
[03:08.82]I'm a b-a-double l-e-r
[03:11.19]Land all these rappers face down in the e-r
[03:13.61]Close curtain check the black box on the triage
[03:16.50]Man, sorry life's just a bia
[03:19.50]Quarter pound round how does she ride, hmm?
[03:22.03]Andele andele mama e-i, uh-oh
[03:25.26]Murder this b***h in bruno magli
[03:27.28]Swag bruno mars, jimi, jada, yeezy, marley beast
[03:40.03]My ride is tinted
[03:41.45]The b***h with me inside a menac
[03:43.03]She throw it at me like she Roger Clemens

作词 : Cheldon Pollard
作曲 : Cheldon Pollard
Now that you want me it's too late
It's too late for love
Boy 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 **** there's no such thing as a half croo
I need (Or are you that shook?) 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 d**k like an iphon
Swear they like to rub a nigga case
Most my watches digital, all my flows critical
All these haters looking ****ing green like they piccol
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 **** I call a black europea
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 b***h in bruno magli
Swag bruno mars, jimi, jada, yeezy, marley beast
My ride is tinted
The b***h with me inside a menac
She throw it at me like she Roger Clemens