I should've said it all when I was close to you Like I was supposed to do No, it just won't wait And all these words, they come too late You could never compensate It's too late The hands of fate Just won't wait Help me change

Don't play with me Let a nigga know now if you gon' leave or stay 'Cause I got a lot of girls that would love to take your place Girl it's gettin' too late and I ain't with these games Why you wanna play with me? And girl don't play So girl don't play

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

For givers, no takers An angel who never got wings You find Jesus and it's too late He's already closed the front gate And the sign's flashing no vacancy Love letters on wet paper You've broken my heart for the last time You promised the truth, and you

Wished I had told, was the only one (uh-oh) But it's too late, it's too late You sweat her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool J See me at the airport, at least twenty Louis Treat me like the Prince and this my

'Cause it's not too late Sometimes a man, he gets carried away, When he feels like he should be having his fun And he's much too blind to see the damage he's done Cause sometimes a man must awake to find that really he has no one So I'll wait for you and

We're not sure of the etiquette Anything we should know about your change? -- Oh and the cost to correct a fraud I'm going to go out and kid them If you're the highest bidder, I'm yours You figure out pathetic sets We think out pathetic sets And if you

It's too late, she's gone. She's gone, yes she's gone. And I wonder does she know When she left me, it hurt me so. I need your love babe, please don't make me wait. Tell me it's not too late. It's too late, my baby's gone. Wish I had told her she was my

And they say She's in the Class A Team She's stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries The worst things in life come free to us It's too cold outside

It's too late, she's gone. She's gone, yes she's gone. And I wonder does she know When she left me, it hurt me so. I need your love babe, please don't make me wait. Tell me it's not too late. It's too late, my baby's gone. Wish I had told her she was my