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

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 shit there's no such thing as a half crook

Or are you that shook?

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

I forget they used to call me white back in high school

Cause my pants used to hug a **** waist

Now they girlfriends treat my dick like an iphone

Swear they like to rub a **** case

Most my watches digital, all my flows critical

All these haters looking fucking 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 fuck 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 bitch in bruno maglis

Swag bruno mars, jimi, jada, yeezy, marley beast

My ride is tinted

The bitch with me inside a menace

She throw it at me like she Roger Clemens