Too Late
Dayne Lyrics
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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 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 nigga waist
Now they girlfriends treat my dick like an iphone
Swear they like to rub a nigga 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
The lyrics to Dayne's song "Too Late" explore the idea of a past lover realizing too late that they have lost the person who truly loved them. They are now feeling regretful and attempting to regain the love that they had previously taken for granted. The singer of the song sings about how tired they are of the other person's games, and how they've made up their mind that they will not be returning to them. The lyrics are filled with a certain degree of bitterness and resentment, as the singer has already moved on and is now seeking someone who will treat them with the love and respect they deserve.
The lyrics also touch on the topic of timing and how important it is in relationships. The singer feels as though the timing in their past relationship was all wrong and that they couldn't make it work because of the other person's actions. The clear message of the song is that once a person loses that special someone, they can't expect to get them back. Even if they realize their mistake, it might be too late to regain that love.
In summary, "Too Late" is a song that explores lost love, regret, and the importance of timing in relationships. It's a song about learning to move on and finding someone who will treat you right.
Line by Line Meaning
Now that you want me it's too late
It's too late for love now that you want me
It's too late for love
Love is no longer an option
Or when you got me
When I was under your spell
You don't care
You never really cared
It's too late for love
Love is no longer an option
I'm tired, so tired of playing
I'm exhausted from pretending
Playing such a little fool
Being deceived has made me feel foolish
My mind is made up
I've made my decision
I'm not coming back to you
I've moved on from you
I'm dying trying to find the perfect timing just tell you that everything that we had is declining
I'm struggling to tell you that our relationship is fading
All these little things only serve as a reminder
Every little thing reminds me of you
Toothbrush on the counter
Even seeing your toothbrush reminds me of you
Clothes in the dryer
Your clothes in the dryer are a constant reminder
You're only funky as your last cut, you focus on that ass and your past eventually catch up
Your image is only as good as your most recent work. Your obsession with superficial things will eventually lead to your downfall
Now that's bad luck
It's unfortunate for you
More so a bad look
It doesn't reflect well on you
But shit there's no such thing as a half crook
You either are or aren't one
Or are you that shook?
Are you that scared?
I need a man that treats me right
I deserve someone who treats me well
He'll treat me right
I deserve someone who will treat me well
He'll feed me supper more than twice
I want someone who will take care of me
Yes he will, yes yes, he will
I believe he exists
I'm not asking for lots of fancy toys
I don't care about material possessions
I don't need a lot of fancy toys
Material possessions aren't important to me
Someone to keep me warm at night
Someone to share my life with
So why, why when you had me boy
Why did you take me for granted
You must've been blind
You weren't able to see what you had
Goodbye, bye
Farewell
Now you taste the teardrops that I cried
You're experiencing my pain now
I forget they used to call me white back in high school
People used to call me 'White' when I was in high school
Cause my pants used to hug a nigga waist
I used to wear tight pants
Now they girlfriends treat my dick like an iPhone
Now girls are interested in me
Swear they like to rub a nigga case
They're interested in touching me
Most my watches digital, all my flows critical
Most of my watches are digital and my music is highly regarded
All these haters looking fucking green like they piccolo
People who hate on me are envious
Held my city down from the underground
I represent for my city
Probably been waiting to drop for a couple summers now
I've been waiting to release my music for a while now
Knew a couple girls that used to give me that run around
I used to be interested in a few girls who would lead me on
Now they run around try to get up in my dun ta duns like. girl do you see him
Now they're interested in me and can't believe it
Pull up in the b-m
I drove up in a nice car
Now that's what the fuck I call a black european
I have a nice, expensive car
I'm a b-a-double l-e-r
I'm a baller
Land all these rappers face down in the e-r
I'm better than all these other rappers
Close curtain check the black box on the triage
I'm done with this performance
Man, sorry life's just a bia
Life can be tough sometimes
Quarter pound round how does she ride, hmm?
How good is her performance in bed?
Andele andele mama e-i, uh-oh
Let's get it on
Murder this bitch in bruno maglis
I'll outperform other rappers
Swag bruno mars, jimi, jada, yeezy, marley beast
I have the swag of these popular artists
My ride is tinted
My car windows are dark
The bitch with me inside a menace
The woman with me is a problem
She throw it at me like she roger clemens
She throws herself at me
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