Lyrics:
the stakes
You can take the old you and throw it in the lake
Christ said come as you are so don't be fake
You still got time cause it's not too late
You
of a disgrace
For Pete's sake we went dancing in the dark
We told him to stop but he far too gone
A patron took his late telephone call
They tried hold him
Wait, wait
Was it too soon or was it too late?
Fuck it, I'm cray, cray, cray
Swaggin' all year, swag till I die
You just swaggin' today, hey thanks
Thanks
Little too late cause I made my choice
Jesus here, he gon' fill my void
Devil go hard trynna steal my joy
Earplugs in, I don't hear no noise
Little too
The deep dark colors of the devil at home
She pulls me down just as I'm trying to hide
Grabs me by the hair and drags me outside
And starts digging in
opened doors
Let you back in and saved ya soul Better get right before it's too late
Keep playing in that dark gone be in that lake
Double in mind
Unstable
emotions
It's so easy to get lost in
We been at this way too long
The faith is gone it's shaky
I been staying home working late alone
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
eyes, we believe in lies
Back to the ages of power, it's time for us to learn
One day it's far too late, too late for a return
Arise from the cower
dark ravine
If the hand that you hold
In the dead of the night
Is a little too cold
The body seems just right
It's Toulouse Lautrec scene
Cafe
casting calls
It's two A.M. I'm still not sleep
I know I'm tripping in the morning got some place to be
I can't be late, got to make this bread
I'f I'm late
floating
Between light and dark
Evil is done
The house has taken him
It's too late I'm in love with her
Can't explain what she did to me
Not her
can't get myself under control
Almost like you stuck in a dream you don't wanna be in
Just picture me stuck under a thunder hole where everything's dark
cray, I must be faking
But you and I, we like it freaky, freaky, freaky
Drinks on rooftops and kiss in the dark
Dance around late at night in
It's too late when you die
No more living a lie
Found my seat at the table
Keep my executive side
I was built for the future
I cant live in the past
the fireplace
He waited too late to say he was wrong
His house was still standing but his home was gone
Brother, you would not believe
What you can see from
at the atmosphere
When the world's too heavy
And I just can’t cope
Pass me out in space with a bullshit flow
Yeah, I’m on my way, I’ll be there soon
Uh, dark side
on the block it's too hot
You got my man shot, nigga run
We wylin' on Staten Island it's one thing bein' in the bing
And not smilin' on the gate it's too late
Yeah (oh)
Walking this tightrope by myself
I haven't slept well in days
Stuck in a midnight daze
Everything hazy
You can tell by my face (my face)
And wait in the parkin' lot for waitresses off the clock
When it's late and the lot gets dark and fake like he walks his dog
Drag 'em in the woods and go
And wait in the parkin' lot for waitresses off the clock
When it's late and the lot gets dark and fake like he walks his dog
Drag 'em in the woods and go
sold drugs, get money too legit
Music on blast when I ride in the whip
Come rock with me.
Let's go
Bout to catch a vibe by myself on a late night
justice
Protected by holy words
Dark desires become divine
Is this the world we live in
Where the guilty are free to go
Are You too blinded to see
That
left here in my room
With shit that reminds me of you
Oh baby, to tell you the truth
These late nights got me sick
Out the bottle I sip
Had too much
niggas close to heart
Who was a friend, now a ghost in the dark
Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend
Tryna floss on him, blind to a broken
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