[Verse 1] This is my setting I'm getting lit and I'm betting I'll enjoy all the love that I'm getting Hand on my heart Man, I'll stand for my part Hitting straight like a dart And I'm heading Straight for the top I'm the dude with the tunes And I rock Like my shoes and my socks Stepping on all the fools in the spot Gotta prove that I got What it takes For the grand slam Flames on my head like I'm Bam Bam You putting them to sleep You're the sandman Flipping you right around like a handstand Woah woah woah RVD, I'm the whole Dam show Fuck with me and I'll roast you slow Got a grip and I won't let go When it hits, it'll end your flow I'm not the type to follow all the hype But I'm rocking the mic And I think that I might Just Keep the goal in my sight Got a whole lot of time I'm the right fuss Yeah you know, it's the love that'll hype us We got a whole lot of bros and they like us Eating up all that metal like a light rust Overfill this whole place and it might bust [bounce section] I’m bold enough to light it up right here and now I trust I've got the stuff to fuck this up, I have no doubt No doubt, no doubt at all This is what we got in store We busting down those doors, those doors [Chorus] I don't waste time, it's too late, it's too late Boy, I put that bassline in your face, in your face I don't waste time, it's too late, it's too late And I think you're crowding up my space, out my face, bitch I don't waste time, it's too late, it's too late And I'll put that bassline in your face, in your face I don't waste time, it's too late, it's too late And you're looking like you're in the wrong place, pretty boy [Verse 2] I make this look easy I got you crook feeling queasy Yeah, this shit sounds like it's pleasing I got enough for the weekend I won't quit, it's too lit fam It's a hit, got that kick call it Van Damme Understand man I got you stuck out of place Now get the fuck outta my face Yeah, I want to, but I can't lie What I mean is, that it's that time You're seething when it transpired That I'm fiending for that satire like Waiting for you to take shots But you're messing around with the Glock No deceiving, you're not In the spot to begin with This shit is just simple I'm eating, you're not I'm feeling fresh, but you're covered in rot You're out the gate but I got it on lock I But I'm not gonna tell them Yeah, 'cause I'm rocking socks Like no shoes I'm doing this with no Pro Tools Filling my plate with this soul food Out at the farm drinking soju Yeah, I told you I've got this feeling Drinking this glass to the ceiling I'm passing out, I'm not leaving I'm going crazy, believe me I'm breathing this smoke that you're trying to throw me It's just more shit that I don't need Play this song when you get lonely Take a big step to approach me Don't approach me [Chorus] I don't waste time, it's too late, it's too late Boy, I put that bassline in your face, in your face I don't waste time, it's too late, it's too late And I think you're crowding up my space, out my face, bitch I don't waste time, it's too late, it's too late And I'll put that bassline in your face, in your face I don't waste time, it's too late, it's too late And you're looking like you're in the wrong place, pretty boy [Outro] I don't waste time, it's too late, it's too late Boy, I put that bassline in your face, in your face I don't waste time, it's too late, it's too late And I think you're crowding up my space, out my face, bitch I don't waste time, it's too late, it's too late And I'll put that bassline in your face, in your face I don't waste time, it's too late, it's too late And you're looking like you're in the wrong place, pretty boy
