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late è stato pubblicato il 24 ottobre 2026 da Siddartha / Ode come parte dell'album LATE BLOOMERS
24 ottobre 2026
EtichettaSiddartha / Ode
LinguaEnglish
BPM58
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Late
Late
Late
Late, late, late
My father built himself up from the dirt
Immigrant who had to put food on the plate
Didn't understand waiting after school
till 6 o clock cause he was always late
He made that money but at what expense?
Going back and forth my feelings oscillate
Still I loved my pops, pizza, 7up
When I see him pupils dilate
Even if agreements violate
That habit wish he would annihilate
But who am I to speak, irony
Shit I got fired from Microsoft cause I was late
See family has a way to complicate
And I know you need an answer ándale
My fathers son we was always blood
But I hate to say it's now that I relate
First he was late
Then I was late
then you was late
And I know we took the pill
I googled it
That shit don't work if i nut when you ovulate
Conflicted as I try and contemplate
I hide excitement that might show up on my face
Can't help but to imagine all the people faces as they come up to congratulate
Almost thirty ain't got shit together
Now we worried we might have a kid together
But I know my parents they be getting older
And my momma yeah she ain't gonna live forever
So I'm thinking this could be the perfect time
Planting seeds in dirt and watch em fertilize
Cause these songs I make nobodies heard of mine
And so I'm thinking no such thing as perfect rhyme
She said what you mean?
You got a dream you living
Why you act like if you got a kid it's finished
Why you act like I ain't in my early twenties
I got dreams, goals and my own ambitions
Make my own decisions
We can both be selfish
But this child is different
See it's codependent
If I'm pregnant and we both end up as parents
Then I hope that we can be one of the bestest
I say what you think?
it's got it's fathers eyes
Or your pretty face
Or my hairy legs
She watch your mouth hope it has my taste
And your sense of humour
With it's mothers grace
When we picture it
this a self portrait Van Gogh couldn't even paint
But we don't need a test take a breath
Fix our grammar cause her period just came
Thank god
Not every seed will grow
Written by: Gautam Sidharth Tiwari

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