Mmh, yeah, hey
'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, yeah
Hide and I just can't fake it
Bet you're well rested
How gon' hide depression?
Doing nothing says something
Can you not f*ck 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 f*ck up one thing?
Yeah, you were too busy for us, uh
Yeah, you roll too spicy for my lungs, 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, yeah
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 f*cking 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, yeah
Hide and I just can't fake it
On everything (said everything) I love
(and everything else)
On everything (everything) I love
2 L8 Video (MV)
Performed By: Fousheé
Language: English
Length: 3:08
Written by: Britanny Foushee, James Ryan Ho, Ronald Gilmore, Carole King, Toni Stern
Fousheé - 2 L8 Lyrics
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Mmh, yeah, hey
'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, yeah
Hide and I just can't fake it
Bet you're well rested
How gon' hide depression?
Doing nothing says something
Can you not f*ck 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 f*ck up one thing?
Yeah, you were too busy for us, uh
Yeah, you roll too spicy for my lungs, 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, yeah
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 f*cking 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, yeah
Hide and I just can't fake it
On everything (said everything) I love
(and everything else)
On everything (everything) I love
'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, yeah
Hide and I just can't fake it
Bet you're well rested
How gon' hide depression?
Doing nothing says something
Can you not f*ck 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 f*ck up one thing?
Yeah, you were too busy for us, uh
Yeah, you roll too spicy for my lungs, 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, yeah
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 f*cking 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, yeah
Hide and I just can't fake it
On everything (said everything) I love
(and everything else)
On everything (everything) I love
Writer: Britanny Foushee, James Ryan Ho, Ronald Gilmore, Carole King, Toni Stern
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.