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Too Much

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Don’t think about it too much, too much, too much, too much

There’s no need for us to rush it through

Don’t think about it too much, too much, too much, too much

This is more than just a new lust for you

 

Done saying, I’m done playing

Last time was on the outro

Stuck in the house, need to get out more

I’ve been stacking up like I’m fundraising

Most people in my position get complacent

Come places with star girls, end up on them front pages

I’m quiet but I just ride with it

Moment I stop having fun with it, I’ll be done with it

I’m the only one that’s putting shots up

And like a potluck, you need to come with it

Don’t run from it, like H-Town in the summer time, I keep it 100

Lot of girls in my time there, word to Paul Wall, not one fronted

I was birthed there in my first year, man I know that place like I come from it

Backstage at Warehouse in ’09 like “Is Bun coming?

Fuck that, is any one coming ‘fore I show up there and ain’t no one there?”

These days, I could probably pack it for like twenty nights if I go in there

Back rub from my main thing, I’ve been stressed out

Talking to her like back then they didn’t want me, I’m blessed now

Talking to her like this drop, bet a million copies get pressed out

She tell me, “Take a deep breath, you’re too worried about being the best out”

 

Don’t think about it too much, too much, too much, too much

There’s no need for us to rush it through

Don’t think about it too much, too much, too much, too much

This is more than just a new lust for you

 

Someone go tell Noel to get the Backwoods

Money got my whole family going backwards

No dinners, no holidays, no nothing

There’s issues at hand that we’re not discussing

Look, I did not sign up for this

My uncle used to have all these things on his bucket list

And now he’s acting like, oh, well, this is life, I guess, “Nah, fuck that shit

Listen man, you can still do what you wanna do, you gotta trust that shit”

Heard once that in dire times when you need a sign, that’s when they appear

Guess since my text message didn’t resonate, I’ll just say it here

Hate the fact my mom cooped up in her apartment, telling herself

That she’s too sick to get dressed up and go do shit, like that’s true shit

And all my family from the M-Town that I’ve been ’round, started treating me like I’m “him” now

Like we don’t know each other, we ain’t grow together, we just friends now

Shit got me feeling pinned down, pick the pen up and put the pen down

Writing to you from a distance like a pen pal, but we’ve been down

 

Don’t think about it too much, too much, too much, too much

There’s no need for us to rush it through

Don’t think about it too much, too much, too much, too much

This is more than just a new lust for you

 

Don’t think about it too much, too much, too much, too much

There’s no need for us to rush it through

Don’t think about it too much, too much, too much, too much

This is more than just a new lust for you

 

 

 

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