Too Late Lyrics – Antwon Vinnie

Too Late Lyrics by Antwon Vinnie

Life doesn’t wait
I don’t want to let my dreams slip away
Before it is too late
Feeling like the purpose is worthless

Can i get a receipt for this dream that i have purchased
I’ll throw all of my notebooks in a furnace
And proceed to spit a fire verse that was wordless
I often stutter when i’m nervous

Im good at rapping but i’m worse with
A loaded gun that only squirts piss
On the luscious tips of a hotties lips
Such a naughty kid ain’t it obvious i embody this

Style that goes harder than when a f#ckin’ tsunami hits
If i came up in the 90’s would i have a bigger audience
Travеl back in time with my music on a floppy disk
And all they wanna do is copy this

Karate kicks to thе face of anybody trying to call this a hobby b#tch
I wanna find a younger me
And maybe recapture some of that dissipated energy that made me hungry
Life doesn’t wait

I don’t want to let my dreams slip away
Before it is too late
Living life day by day
I make my way it sounds cliche but it’s ok

What can i say i only pray
That i don’t wake with the pain so intense that i just lay in my bed
But sh#t, at least i’m not dead
Still apart of me feels i am but i know it’s in my head

If you read between the rhymes of my lines you would find
I’ve designed unconfined worlds that just don’t align
With a negative frame of mind behind of the times
Combined with a fable where the roles are undermined

Let me remind you that i’m doing this for human kind
I carry the burden on the top of my fragile spine
Urgh
Get thee behind me swine

I’ll put it very plainly just for the lack of time, i’m
Walking on the thinnest length of twine
Good thing i taught myself how to slack line
Life doesn’t wait

I don’t want to let my dreams slip away
Before it is too late
It’s time
What are you waiting for?

You’ll wake up in seventeen years, and then what?
You’re a failure
It’s time
Nobody cares about you

You won’t be able to walk
It’s time
An unf#ckable diseased f#ck
You’re a has-been

Wasted opurtunities
It’s time
Never had an oppurtunity
It”s time!

No do overs, no leaves on my clovers
Luck is worth more than talent and wit in games of poker
And i’ve, got the best hand but i’m all outta chips
Cause no one gave a sh#t bout all the genius spewing out my lips

I guess i’ll have to come to grips with
Knowing that finding people like me is as rare as a solar eclipse in antarctica
Or antwon with no cathartica
My life is like trying to grow a healthy plant in the dark with a

Pot too small to fit all my roots
So i’ll shoot for moon at half past noon
Bet i’ll have a better chance up there to blow the f#ck up from my attributes
Because the suits pick plants that give them the biggest loot

They’ll steal your sound and then hand you a lawsuit
And now you’re f#cking crazy if you try to dispute
You’re just the mad rapper that never made it so stop complaining
Read the arraignment in gaelic to the plaintiff have fun with the bailiff

Delusionally gracious
The latest in a world full of basics
Only a percent of a percent of the population get places
Cause they just wanna be famous but too lazy to turn the pages

Outrageous, while everyone else is concerned with footwear
I’m hoping i don’t end up in a wheelchair
I intended to rap until those wheels became bended but not fallen off
I wrote quit never because i meant it my sh#t is molotov

Ally all bout to get cut off
Messing with my thoughts and all these dreams i sought after
I’m so damn tired of all the endless f#ckin’ laughter
I see pupils from mine, they see a master

The jealousy’s, especially, plain to see, in these
B.i.g. wanna bee’s plantin chedda seeds
Flourishing from over zealous lies mine is looking bleak
That which a humble man sews is was not what he reaped

What are your dreams
Not the ones you have a lot when you’re asleep in your queen
I’m talking bout the ones society will say too extreme
The ones that every teen would rather see than comfortably breathe

They’ll fade far before your life if you let em
And everything you’ve ever made they’ll
Forget em
Make wrong choices or not at all you’ll regret em

Cause in seventeen years you’ll wonder why you didn’t get em
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Antwon Vinnie Lyrics – Too Late

Antwon Vinnie

Too Late