2 Late - Slowolf, Dream Mclean, Takura

The faint breeze give me brainfreeze

Eyes closed, mind open, fake sleep

Same DVD playing on the same scene

My mind’s piano keeps playing in the same key

On the same note, same ringtone, same phone

Same old, polyphonic

Me and the beat go together like Wallace, Gromit

Heads, Tails, Sonic, on it, you want it?

Come and get it before it’s too late to take

Too late to change

Fuckboy you ain’t the same

I’ve been living out my suitcase for days

On my grind, Regime crew aim to reign

(Regime nigga) So brudda, don’t go there

I breathe water, I flow air, so rare

But you ain’t gotta flow there, you ain’t going nowhere

And even if you wanna go there, I don’t care

It’s too late to change course

To pull the plug on life support

To raise some ground

It’s fruitless trying to fight the sound

But in the same vein, tryna stay sane

As the thoughts ride through my mind like a freight train

High all the time and I stay blazed

Blazed like I’m on the wrong side of that AK

Stay in the same race at the same pace

You can never slow down, you can never change lanes

Cold airports and delayed planes

Sitting in the waiting room playing the wait game

But tryna change, you’re tryna save change

It’s like doing a hunger strike tryna gain weight

Wait… just tryna maintain

Just tryna save face, I’m tryna say if you

Cut your nose off despite your face

You’re the type to say cut your face off for weight loss

Nah nigga, you ain’t won, you ain’t lost

You’re just too concerned what problems that you ain’t got