Wild Belle - Too Late lyrics

[Chorus: Natalie Bergman] Now that you want me it's too late It's too late for love Or 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 [Verse 1: Cheldon McQueen] 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 a** and your past eventually catch up Now that's bad luck More so a bad look But sh** there's no such thing as a half crook Or are you that shook? [Verse 2: Natalie Bergman] I need 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 [Verse 3: Cheldon McQueen] I forget they used to call me white back in high school Cause my pants used to hug a n***a waist Now they girlfriends treat my dick like an iphone Swear they like to rub a n***a case Most my watches digital, all my flows critical All these haters looking f**ing green like they piccolo 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 f** I call a black european 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 maglis Swag bruno mars, jimi, jada, yeezy, marley beast [Bridge: Cheldon McQueen] My ride is tinted The b**h with me inside a menace She throw it at me like she Roger Clemens