Blame the Author L'Orange (Ft. Del the Funky Homosapien)

[Verse 1: Del the Funky Homosapien]
I know they fascinated by the fiction
The way words weave around and warp the will of wisdom
Water down the walkway, wash away the hopscotch chalk marks
Jumping through the portal with a fly and never got far, not smart
Cross they heart and hope to die, a dark park
With suspicious characters: witches and werewolves
Cover up, wear two layers when they stare at you
Can't be too careful 'cause it's there within the air you use
There were two options and they chose to cross
Train of thought, head-on collision, now they ghost float off
It's the mystical list of fools who hover over
Waiting for a chance to host a body like a public promo
Look around, try to find, but it's way behind your sight
Time grind down 'cause it's finite, sliding on ice
And you figured age was infinity but the fine prints you didn't read

[Chorus]
Sad, so sad
Sad, so sad
It's gonna be
It's gonna be
It's gonna be late
Sad, so sad
Sad, so sad
It's gonna be
It's gonna be
It's gonna be late
It's gonna be too late
It's gonna be too late
Late