Lyrics:
thinking about all them times
I got too much on the line
If you think imma quit you outta your mind (Mind)
I got too much on my mind
I got too much I got too
harmed by
What I've said? What moral defection
Have I suggested? No, i
Don't want to chicken out now come on, pal
The clock's running
All right, then
I know we'll never make it work I got too much on my mind
I try way too hard for you I keep wasting all my time
All those things you put me through
Walk around the city by my lonesome
All that what I see is where the flow from
There's a million faces in the place to be
Get it where they fit in
the fliest one of all?)
Do ya thang, girl, fuck what they lookin' at
We, the dogs gettin' chased by the pussycat
West Coast baby, with so much gravy
You
And the prize that we pay
Is sometimes much too high
Take it from me and don't look too far
Love might be in your own backyard
There's a better chance
my Haitians
It's been too long, I really need a vacation
Take a picture cause this history in the making
Why I keep getting caught up by all the drama
that big backyard
Where we could burn a fatty
Im gonna be a millionaire
Before 30
I wanna keep it real and show you that I’m worthy
I wanna raise
all summer
Cause this fan in this window don't do too much of nothin
I ain't eat it if you couldn't buy it with a food stamp
I ain't been eating man I
the clouds
We all out here tryna figure it out
Talking too loud
Sorry sometimes I forget to keep it down
Cause there’s people around
That don’t want us to be
love her so
But my baby talks too much
When we converse I’d like to answer back
Her words all jumbled like a train off the track
Makes me so dizzy
tippin' them scales, I'm Ross, fit in the Wraith
They want too much for the taxes, I got my money in walls
I got all the bitches, nigga I got all
Baby I could never stay mad at you
Cause I feel so much gratitude
For everything that we have been through
All that you have infused
Into my life
All
and it gives a pose
It's too much for me to be givin' to you
Uh, all I'm givin' is some dick in you
Now she agree (uh), I told the bitch to blaze
baby-backs popping bottles with these macks
Everybody swimming, backyard full of women
I'm entertaining folks
Gave the lil' homie twenty dollars just to shine
Bow-legs, red bone, long hair, real thick
Do me at my mama house? Nah, I don't think so
I got too much class, but you can try San Pedro
I need the biggest
place
'Cause it's all in me
When it seems no one loves, you can count on me
When pain is all too much, you can count on me
Need someone to trust,
rather look on social media than talk to one-another
That's a damn shame
All the joys in life that we should have
Too many Batman's, and not enough mask
to quit
I missed i must admit
But girl you're much too much for me to quit
My baby my baby
The girl the girl the girl is fine
Wish that you were mine oh
drugs
Cause they're not legal
Then bury all your money in the backyard
Like a beagle
'Cause you should never trust a bank
They've been known to fail
it's the last.
Go with it, go with it.
Jam. It ain't, it ain't too much stuff,
It ain't too much, it ain't too much for me to jam.
It ain't, it ain't
it's the last
Go with it, go with it
Jam It ain't, it ain't too much stuff
It ain't too much, it ain't too much for me to jam
It ain't, it ain't
I got a beauty in the backyard
She doesn't look like much I know
But man you should have seen her drive
A couple years ago
We had one foot
I know you wanna leave me
I refuse to let you go
If I have to beg, plead for sympathy
I don't mind, 'cause it means that much to me
Ain't too
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