You wanna make it right, but it's too late now
You wanna make it right, but I
Don't wanna make it right, but it's too late now

I know that I fucked up, it's my fault, but I'll make it right
Choose this, going to Ruth, Chris for that steak tonight
I miss steak, this ain't a mistake I want to make in life
You gave me your heart And I never intended to break it - I
know that life's a rat race
I'm not coming in last place, ask Ma$e
This feels so good at the fast pace
Speeding through is what we do, didn't know how that crash tastes
One moment I got your back, then I'm blowing your back brace

I ain't even know what's happening when it happened
Not like it's an excuse, I'm just working out through some habits
When you said that you was looking for something and I ain't have it
Tragic, life's a journey, I thought we was finding passage
We just going through a patch that's connected with other patches
Where we at, no going back, I'm just saying that where we at is either the
End of the road or we work out of interactions
Cause I've been through this before and I know just how all of that ends
It hurts to wanna leave, but it hurts more that I stay
I left my burdens at your feet, I knew my words hit when I prayed
Since you're a goddess and a queen, I used to worship every day
But, still some things will never change
I know just what you wanted, picked you up a couple of them wild Irish roses
Take a deeper look, you'll see the Gem in I is honest, not blooming in June
Also, may I let you know you're beautiful too
I made a few mistakes, I blew a major deal
I know I'll never understand how that shit made you feel
You met me as a baller, baby, now I play the field
Need you to look me in the eyes for when I say it's real
But I'm a New Yorker, baby, dealing with a Southern belle
Baby built us like an angel, but she tough as hell
And these shots that I'm sending her only on the belt
I made this game to players only, don't want no one else Baby I

I know that I fucked up, it's my fault, but I'll make it right
Choose this, going to Ruth, Chris for that steak tonight
I miss steak, this ain't a mistake I want to make in life
You gave me your heart And I never intended to break it - I
know that life's a rat race
I'm not coming in last place, ask Ma$e
This feels so good at the fast pace
Speeding through is what we do, didn't know how that crash tastes
One moment I got your back, then I'm blowing your back brace

I'm so distant out the way, I've been crying, see my face
After hours out of place, how you blocked, but on my [Page]
My ex keep calling for directions, so misguided girl its tempting
all those nights you let me restless Ice cream watching Netflix,

Why she calling when I'm home
She be calling on the [low] , do not disturb girl You don't know,
Despite the fact, you got a glow
You cut me deeply on the low, it's like my heart is about to blow
They plan to show, woah

I ain't jacking, how you moving, girl you out here really losing
Eating people for the choosing, after all of that - moving
Toxic thick, but I'm assuming you was perfect and the smoothest
Worthy down the smoothest, so confusing who you fooling

Like what you know about love, and a couple of I miss yous
I'm the man thats the mirror, even when the shadows missing
Love letters, and paragraphs sent on snap
I can't believe the things I did when all you ever did was cap

I was painting Mona Lisa's, in my mind a few taps
The realest pen to a paper, in this game we call rap
Dug a hole into my feelings and replaced it with some racks
I've been thinking of Milanos, Casamigos, Asiagos

Metropollo for the bottle, sipping full throttle
Over time you hit the shower, just to step up with some power
The sweetest smell of winter flowers, in your eyes the time is ours

I know that I fucked up, it's my fault, but I'll make it right
Choose this, going to Ruth, Chris for that steak tonight
I miss steak, this ain't a mistake I want to make in life
You gave me your heart And I never intended to break it - I
know that life's a rat race
I'm not coming in last place, ask Ma$e
This feels so good at the fast pace
Speeding through is what we do, didn't know how that crash tastes
One moment I got your back, then I'm blowing your back brace
You wanna make it right, but it's too late now

You wanna make it right, but I don't wanna make it right
Cause it's too late now, it's too late now
You wanna make it right, but I don't wanna make it right
Cause it's too late now, it's too late now
It's my fault, yeah