Foushee - 2 L8

'Cause it's too late, baby, now it's too late
But we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can't hide and I just can't fake it
Hide and I just can't fake it

Bet you're well rested
How gon' hide depression
Doing nothing says something
Can you not fuck up one thing
You know I'm calling
Your picking a fight I'm stalling
Saw you didn't reach out this morning
Can you not fuck up one thing
You were too busy for us
You roll too spicy for my lungs

'Cause it's too late, baby, now it's too late
But we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can't hide and I just can't fake it
Hide and I just can't fake it

Under him once again overthinking things
Love em, but a real nigga never leave you wondering
Quarantine we spent the summers in
Some candy, some xans, those placebos
Darling, is that a knife colored on your vans
You cut me open, cut me deep, you got my lung in hand
And for my sanity I'll never fall in love again
I changed your name to "Don't pick up the fucking phone again"

'Cause it's too late, baby, now it's too late
But we really did try to make it
'Cause it's too late, baby, now it's too late
But we really did try to make it
'Cause it's too late, baby, now it's too late
But we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can't hide and I just can't fake it
Hide and I just can't fake it

On everything I love
On everything I love