2 Late

[Verse 1: Dream Mclean] 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 [Hook: Takura x2] 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 [Verse 2: Dream Mclean] 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 [Hook x4]