Too Late For Me

Album cover art for "Too Late For Me" by Mr. Groove

Mr. Groove - Rap, Hip-Hop

Too Late For Me

2 Plays

Duration: 2:54

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Lyrics

Verse one: I'm Trying hard to quell all these evil thoughts The infernos quick to rage at the slightest spark If dramas on the screen play then actions on the mark Quick to call my shot swing and take it out the park Like a savage I'm beastin' trying to define the meaning On these sins I stay feastin' 'nother families grieving Ask me for the meaning well I really can't say I'm trying to level up this game that I'm driven to play This is all I know on the set I'm raring to go I'm trying to be thе nights king Icy from head to toe Back and forth blow for blow that's just how it is Watch the slidе move back and forth just to blow another lid Zero fucks to give the pressure on my heads systemic The demons in my dreams are showin' vivid And I'm just trying to make it to the finish line unscathed But they lockin' my grid obstacles impeding my way Hook: They promised me heaven but this hell is ever present Close my eyes and the dreams are never pleasant Howling underneath the crescent moon I see blood in the field Spin the block on the ops until death is revealed I know that I'm here playing with borrowed time And the debt can come due at anytime But when the blind is leading the blind the destination stays concealed I think it's too late for me kneel (and that's real) Verse two: I keep this mask on so the world can't see my pain My mental's loosing stability underneath the strain But when you reach the roads end it's too late to change lanes When your shells shocked you can't respawn or reset the game See what they told me was live for the moment When your married to this game no divorce or annulment Till death do ya part nigga you do your part On the killing fields waging war like Bonaparte (Napoleon) Mind still playing tricks on this ghetto boy be as it may Are you the hunter or the prey that depends on the day Hoodie pulled over my cowl I'm just like the reaper Until I glanced over my shoulder to see the reaper Now I'm on the concrete spilling out my contents My mother's screaming out but all I hear is silence Casted my lot with violence trying to be the best Blank stare on my face no longer drawing breath (flatline) Hook: They promised me heaven but this hell is ever present Close my eyes and the dreams are never pleasant Howling underneath the crescent moon I see blood in the field Spin the block on the ops until death is revealed I know that I'm here playing with borrowed time And the debt can come due at anytime But when the blind is leading the blind the destination stays concealed I think it's too late for me kneel (and that's real) I think it's too late for me kneel (and that's

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Credits

Writers
  • Mr. Groove
  • Chris Watkins