DAY LATE by My Luv Notes Lyrics
DAY LATE ℗©
By MY LUV NOTES®
VERSE ONE
Yeah, comon’ day late
Aimin' high
But shootin' low
Dreamin’ of fame
In a freak show
So your thinkin’ of a new gig
And maybe a new sport
‘Cuz bein’ in the big leagues
Got nothin’ to report
Now, back back to the beginning
A never ever ending song
Puttin’ it together
Hope that nothing go wrong
But you found out the hard way
By workin’ every day
And trustin’ that the system
Make you honest pay
PREHOOK
You thought things could be different
You thought you’d make it far
You thought even a sinner
Could make it as a star
But you found out the hard way
That being in this game
Brought you nothing but heartache
And unending pain
HOOK
When you a day late, dollar short
Up at bat, ain't your sport
When you a day late, dollar short
Up at bat, ain’t your sport
Sifting through your alternatives
A lot to take
But nothin’ to give
Sifting through your alternatives
A lot to take
But nothin’ to give
VERSE TWO
So you keep mixin’ beats
And struggling to go far
And hope one day like Babe Ruth
You gonna’ be a star
And hope one day like Babe Ruth
You gonna’ be a star
And hope one day like Babe Ruth
You gonna’ be a star
Lights are so much dimmer
At the end of every day
And feelings so frayed
With frozen food and your cut pay
Then you go out to your mailbox
Which isn't very far
And trudge on through your apathy
Get bills on your old car
PREHOOK
You thought things could be different
You thought you’d make it far
You thought even a sinner
Could make it as a star
But you found out the hard way
That being in this game
Brought you nothing but heartache
And unending pain
HOOK
When you a day late, dollar short
Up at bat, ain't your sport
When you a day late, dollar short
Up at bat, ain’t your sport
Sifting through your alternatives
A lot to take
But nothin’ to give
Sifting through your alternatives
A lot to take
But nothin’ to give
VERSE THREE
And then you rip it open
The one you waited for
You cry with disbelief
As your foot pounds on the floor
You finally made some strides
In this unforgiving game
They gonna’ buy your music
Take away your pain
In the big leagues now
You gonna’ be a star
Go back to your crew
Buy ‘em shots at the bar
BRIDGE
‘Cuz you hit a home run junior
In your one chance up at bat
And you’re in the big leagues now
And you ain’t never goin’ back
PREHOOK
You thought things could be different
You thought you’d make it far
You thought even a sinner
Could make it as a star
But you found out the hard way
That being in this game
Brought you nothing but heartache
And unending pain
HOOK
When you a day late, dollar short
Up at bat ain't your sport
When you a day late, dollar short
Up at bat ain’t your sport
Sifting through your alternatives
A lot to take
But nothin’ to give
Sifting through your alternatives
A lot to take
But sumthin’ to give
By MY LUV NOTES®
VERSE ONE
Yeah, comon’ day late
Aimin' high
But shootin' low
Dreamin’ of fame
In a freak show
So your thinkin’ of a new gig
And maybe a new sport
‘Cuz bein’ in the big leagues
Got nothin’ to report
Now, back back to the beginning
A never ever ending song
Puttin’ it together
Hope that nothing go wrong
But you found out the hard way
By workin’ every day
And trustin’ that the system
Make you honest pay
PREHOOK
You thought things could be different
You thought you’d make it far
You thought even a sinner
Could make it as a star
But you found out the hard way
That being in this game
Brought you nothing but heartache
And unending pain
HOOK
When you a day late, dollar short
Up at bat, ain't your sport
When you a day late, dollar short
Up at bat, ain’t your sport
Sifting through your alternatives
A lot to take
But nothin’ to give
Sifting through your alternatives
A lot to take
But nothin’ to give
VERSE TWO
So you keep mixin’ beats
And struggling to go far
And hope one day like Babe Ruth
You gonna’ be a star
And hope one day like Babe Ruth
You gonna’ be a star
And hope one day like Babe Ruth
You gonna’ be a star
Lights are so much dimmer
At the end of every day
And feelings so frayed
With frozen food and your cut pay
Then you go out to your mailbox
Which isn't very far
And trudge on through your apathy
Get bills on your old car
PREHOOK
You thought things could be different
You thought you’d make it far
You thought even a sinner
Could make it as a star
But you found out the hard way
That being in this game
Brought you nothing but heartache
And unending pain
HOOK
When you a day late, dollar short
Up at bat, ain't your sport
When you a day late, dollar short
Up at bat, ain’t your sport
Sifting through your alternatives
A lot to take
But nothin’ to give
Sifting through your alternatives
A lot to take
But nothin’ to give
VERSE THREE
And then you rip it open
The one you waited for
You cry with disbelief
As your foot pounds on the floor
You finally made some strides
In this unforgiving game
They gonna’ buy your music
Take away your pain
In the big leagues now
You gonna’ be a star
Go back to your crew
Buy ‘em shots at the bar
BRIDGE
‘Cuz you hit a home run junior
In your one chance up at bat
And you’re in the big leagues now
And you ain’t never goin’ back
PREHOOK
You thought things could be different
You thought you’d make it far
You thought even a sinner
Could make it as a star
But you found out the hard way
That being in this game
Brought you nothing but heartache
And unending pain
HOOK
When you a day late, dollar short
Up at bat ain't your sport
When you a day late, dollar short
Up at bat ain’t your sport
Sifting through your alternatives
A lot to take
But nothin’ to give
Sifting through your alternatives
A lot to take
But sumthin’ to give