(Verse)
Fallen poets, powder, glass on the street
Slow motion, later I was in front of me
Surgeon honesty from these blocks 
Where modesty's only state of mind, John Palisi
Can't fit in with the masses
Seek low-fi tunes on the ass shizz
I'm gaspin' like flashes, head shots to the don
Let the bottle hold my passion
Floatin' over the moment, capture my zone
Holdin' the motion before the lay, I was gone
Mind is open, to cope blows through my Sunday mind
I see the sun tryna reach the light
Keepin' fact floatin', provokes spoken 
But heart open, gone outta my sight

(Hook)
Too late!
(Avalon)
Too late!
(Avalon)
(The mind open - gone)
(Avalon)

(Verse 2)
Keep low-key, aim high, proceed
See no sleep, long night up ahead and roaches(?)
I'm headin' OC to C4, explosive
Like mind seen, not pro scene
Keep OG shit ferocious
Swallow my temper, live outta the motion
And fed all my mind flow
Holdin' opponents and goin' in back to front
The bend how I flow
T'shit far beyond soul
Vision bright beyond glow
Now leadin' in a gobble
I follow and chose to grind slow
Tonight the bottle is open, I'm soakin'
This potion is holdin' me up
Feel I'm floatin', through later hours of copin'
I'm faded in motion
I'm holdin' my sap, s'yeah, I'm floatin'
 
(Hook)
Too late!
(Avalon)
Too late!
(Avalon)
(The mind open - gone)
(Avalon)