Lyrics:
on the long road to freedom, oh-no
Too much time tryna figure out why
Too much time to be patient
All this time you be feeding us lies
Ain't no truth in
want nobody else
Unless that body is yours
I feel it in my body now
I swear I know it's true
Say you feel it too
I want to hold your hand and not let go
them
Okay and I can tell your tired, I can see it got your hands full (got your hands full)
I think it's too much for you to handle
You had a thousand
totally
Stole my heart
Girl it's worth a try
To find out if there's a chance
I missed
I must admit
But girl you're much too much for me to quit
I
ain't gotta do much
Where you think you going
Riding round inside that school bus
Really I don't wanna play by the rules
I already gotta pay my dues
tell us how long must we endure
We’ve tolerated too much, we can’t tolerate no more
The state forced them to free us midst the tumult of the war
to sleep at night I hear you breathing
And it's like
It's not much different this momentary sleep
Cause I get the chance to see you every time I dream
Sweet
toxic energy
Now gotta go recharge my battery
Bitches Too Much, Bitches Too Much
Just don't be too much
Bitches Too Much, Bitches Too Much
Gonna dance
the hands of time)
If there's a will, there'll be a way
I'm on my way home
There's no turning back
After all that has been done and has been shed
It's our
faith is not by accident
Life is often spiritual
I know you feel my energy
Making em' remember me
The world is full of synergy
Prayers for my boy Demar
with a side of just deserts
Yeah, I guess it's all my fault
Smoking grade waiting for my early grave
Man, it's just too much to take
Just threw up in
ask, I just wanna be right here, keep you by my side
I don’t wanna dance so I just tap my hand, relax when I act like that
Don’t ask, I just wanna be
see why these people always got my back
I done said so much f- up sh-, I was born a mistake
But I was put here not by accident
I had a purpose
I've got too much
Time on my hands
I've got too much
Time on my hands
I've got too much
Time on my hands
I've got too much
Time on my hands
see your papers!
How come you have to yell so much, what did we do?
I don't yell.
Were just trying to get into the country.
This is my country, it's not
One, two
One, two, three, uh
Yeah
I was working part time in a five-and-dime
My boss was Mr. McGee
He told me several times that he didn't
Yeah
On some southern drawl shit
Look
Ridin' roun with my windows down
By the time that I roll em up
Police watching for my profile
Can't control
didn't have to be but watch out
I got too much soul for the world
It's breaking my heart in two
I got too much soul for you
I don't like it but it's true
can speak to my grannies
Bodies dropping so much it's no longer uncanny
Getting familiar with death like we Billy and Mandy
Every time we try to come up
the time
For the haters
And all the time that I wasted
How careless of me
Too young and stupid to see
I put my life in their hands
(Gonna look for
to freeze the clock, take the hands of time and cuff 'em
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
There's a storm comin' that
One, two
One, two, three, uh
Yeah
I was working part time in a five-and-dime
My boss was Mr. McGee
He told me several times that he didn't
like a anchor line
My bloodline from ancient times
Smokin' weed by the ancient mine
You niggas funny like Richard Pryor
My shit cray, it get you high
lands
But now the sea's too heavy
And I just don't understand
Why must my crew desert me
When I need a guiding hand
Call out for direction
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