Blame The Author

L'Orange

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[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 [Verse 2: Del the Funky Homosapien] The wizard wanders through the castle, 'bout to slap you From stopping Mickey from his chores, crack your Adam's apple You kick the bucket then the bucket kicks you back for it The broom and the pail whale on Mickey, time to crack the whip See what happens when you leave Mickey unattended Practice magic he don't understand, plus it ain't his business A cacophony of calamities, that's unintended Waving wands, he don't wanna punch anyone or kick it Shoot and brick it, 'cause you be the future victim Crystal ball isn't workin' out it need a Nutrisystem I'm used to villains lettin' loose and boosting physics Twisting images, shopliftin' when the noose is fitted Truth suspended, wool over the eyes but your view is frigid Frostbitten by the evidence of cooler systems Used to symptoms like a kind of witchdoctor Shrunk their heads to a footnote, you can blame the author [Chorus] It's gonna be 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 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