Lyrics:
riding with a trophy, never use to bang but I still feel like an OG. Staying on my toes, playing by the code. The plan is to get the bands man thats all
Half-this, Half-that, born in the UK?
You wanna stop immigration? Well
It's too late
We're here living and there's nothing
That you can do mate worst comes
Wherever you go
Whenever you laugh about something
You know i don’t mind
I can’t wait it’s too long
Bring me brain, bring me heart
So i’ll build it
to artificial intelligence
Hell will get
Frozen before we get smarter and
Quit progression before it’s too late
But fuck the earth, let it burn
Let it burn
feel comfy in their skin
Try jogging while being black, here we go again
On strolls down memory lane, the slain won't comprehend
Until it's too late
when the clock begin to chime
Plans were made to eradicate Hell opened up its gates
We contemplate is it too late to escape our fate
Picture perfect
And everything he brought with him, it be stuffed in the hatchback
I get that shit by the bulk, hashtag
And I make that shit jump like a jackrabbit
I took a while
Do you know what it takes - no
Not even half a cent of every dollar
In a world that is so full of hate
You better start acting before it's too late
last rendezvous
And somehow I foolishly wondered if you might
By some chance be thinking of it too?
That carriage ride, you walked me home
You lost
will be
A better place
It's not too late to dream
We had no warning, now it's too late
The earth is trembling, is this our fate how
Long will it take? before all is lost lost,
There's no mistake
My friend's band
Is better than mine but no one goes
To see him play
They go to watch him half the time
But stay until it gets too late
Some
a fate
If you're unhappy, trust the love system
Now is never too late
It's up you to change your way of life
Take a chance and free yourself
Don't
fathers and one bloody mary to go
Two martinis hence it might start to make some sense
I unsealed my fate one fifth of bourbon too late
the little
fancy wine but the sour grapes go down too slow
You just wonder why
I waste my time
With those late pub nights and the home team fights cheap beer
nightmare
You're no messiah in a crown of thorns
Lost in denial
Pitiful and entangled in distress
Trapped in the 11th hour
much too late to confess
promises.
I better break all the rules.
Days of thunder.
Make me wonder again.
Again and again.
Life is changing.
Rearranging my fate.
It's never too late
to me
Get to me
Get to me
We must expose their lies, before its too late.
Cause I am sure that I was not born to hate
Think for yourself and by any means
please no praying
will come to an end - it's too late
you wont see no - no tomorrow
no chance for survival
and you know you will die alone
die alone
wanna be with you
And now we took a taxi cab
It's too late for turning back tonight
Chorus:
This is serious
And I can't wait until we get home
Yeah I'm
It all seems so fabricated,
A half baked plan with a semi-jaded fate,
Try to run, but it's too late.
Wake up from incognizance.
You're ignorance is
they are dead
You are weak, you turn your back, Hand of doom around your neck Try to run, it's too late, world of hate awaits your fate
Visions from
the mountain
Haunted by my fiends they're in the cave
Where bats and spiders live
Your flaming lips are mine
Remember it's almost midnight
Too many witches
Heavy on my feet,
Floor boards seem to creak.
Climbing up those stairs,
Too late to repair, accept and move on.
Talk me off that ledge, I'll tell you
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