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letra de it's too late - rob markman

[intro]
back at it again
life been real different though
gotta get those flowers, while we can still smell ’em

[verse]
this may sound a lil’ angry
sway said don’t let these cameras ever change me
i been quiet about what’s goin’ on lately
so consider this the vent, i gotta keep from goin’ crazy
a winter baby, i’m good when it’s cold out
made a couple bands; day 26, o town
and everybody call me bro now
but only reach out when it’s time for they roll out
old friends turned to new opps
boy you better watch out it’s like on doo wop
i was really tryna cool out
with knives in my back, least the ones that i knew ’bout
you don’t love me, you just love me what i could do for you
i’ll tell you ’bout the game and everything that it do to you
at first, everything is beautiful
eyes wide shut then you figure out who is who
i seen my man do some hoe sh-t
talk behind this dude back, said some real cold sh-t
you know me, mind my business, i don’t know sh-t
but you on the gram posin’ in a bro pic
you gotta love ’em or you leave ’em
yeah they said i wasn’t sh-t, but f-ck you cause you believed em
the devil’s advocate and everything’s deceiving
tempted by d’evils, here i am keanu reeving
and now it’s welcome to bereavement
they’re gonna force a couple tears but that’s only for this evening
the father said i was a heathen
still, i conversate with god tryna figure out the meaning
i was 12 with no curfew
my fam, he got off-white before virgil
the fiend is genetic, while he there 12-stepping
i’m getting high in my church shoes
i went to na with ’em
watched grown men crack tryna break from their addiction
seen dudes put they life in their nose
the rush, like tryna make a flight before it close
break down and cry for the life that they chose
that’s why i hardly f-ck with weed i feel i might be exposed
and i don’t put this in my interviews
the type of sh-t you get on intros and interludes
i swear i ain’t the old me
but low key it’s someone lookin’ for an old tweet
and that’s od, yeah woe’s me
starring down the devil cause i know that god chose me
songs on the radio, my son said he proud of me
i don’t cry much, but that brought it outta me
this ain’t about a salary
don’t you ever in ya life let them say what you’re allowed to be
i just focus on my legacy
and if i’m lucky maybe one day they’ll remember me
but right now i swear all i see is jealousy
from people that i loved i feel the change in their energy
man i made some mistakes
this the second time around so we raising the stakes
and this lil’ dream of mine been amazing to chase
but i gotta get it now, it’s too late at the wake

- rob markman

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