Lyrics:
time to step
But my grimeys is the grimiest
With love for me pop, pop, pop
And send a chuckle up above for me
Ayo, currency kept passin' me by
But I
thing
As too much baby
What you wanna bring, bring
It's never too much
Too much for me
My eyes won't pop
My skin won't bleed
I don't run out
I don't give
Baby's hooked on him and she won't let him go
Wait I think my baby's mouth Starting to foam
Hold up woah
Too much that girl be doing
Too much I know she
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
it's not too late
(Baby, take Tevin by the hand)
(I'm sure you'll understand) I'm sure you'll understand
(Lady this is fate) Ohhh, ohhh
(Don't,
it's always mean time, I'm gettin'
I'm getting by with my wicked ways
I'm loading up and I'm taking names
I wanna dig my way to hell
I wanna dig my
in her prime, you're a tall gnome
I roam this realm, fake pride, ya'll get boned
Take time on my ride, fly by like my pal's drone
Got too much time, I
with me now, like
T-t-too much, too much oh yeah
Feel like Odetari because girl you not the only one
Destroy all these beats I'm by myself bitch I'm
my dude Dubz
Supermalt Boyz in the function
Doing too much, I am too touched
Caribbean rum in the fruit punch
Come and get your COVID booster yeah
nightshirt baby, hand me my morning gown (repeat 2x)
Don't feel sleepy
I just feel like lyin' down
Gotta help me baby, help me baby
Can't do it all by myself
Restore your strength and power,
Waste no more time,
Remember your history.
We've been down in a sufferation much too long.
We've been down in
And There's no one stands at by my side
So I don't care how long the time
I have to go no matter what you say
I'm try to be chill
Smoking too much I can get
back (No one hit me back, no one hit me back)
I just need someone to talk to (Yea)
I just need someone to talk to (Come on)
I got too much shit on my
Too many women, and not enough time
I'm a cool cat, but I'm on life nine
Pimping ain't dead cause I be the life line
And I don't buy the bar cause
yeah, I had to mow it (Too many snakes in my)
Too much lean in my soda, you know I had to pour it (You know I had to pour it)
Rubber bands in my hand
that time
Bounce
She got too much ass
Bounce
She got too much ass
Bounce
She got too much ass
I'm gonna handle my business come on make it clap
Bounce
a real studio in LA so
I saved up money doing Sheetrocking
And I drove out with my
Girlfriend at the time i
Was only supposed to be there for six weeks i
prayin' nobody'll tempt me
Cause I get to talkin' n that's when it hits me
Maybe I talk my shit too much
Maybe I run my lip too much
Maybe I flip my lid
Cheri Lady'!
And it goes down... like that. Come on!
Oh, I can't explain
Every time it's the same
Oh I feel that it's real
Take my heart
I've been
Much too cold
Almost froze
Should've melted when the Son arose
Getting pelted by the weapons
That they juxtapose
With love and hope
Above the quotes
don’t even got the time
People lookin asking why i don’t wanna say too much
Bitches that I’m tryna fuck i’m always pushing my luck
Watch me make another
rapping tight
Take my time creating flows that other rappers bite
Water into wine words blessed up by the hands of christ
I been grinding
I been working
got things on my mind I can't explain
A lot I can't speak on cause it done brought too much of pain
Can't get swallowed by the system I know it's
Still playing the same, still young at the game
Never talk down on a player's name
Cause I'm big time, paid all my dues
I'm rich and famous and way too
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