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said too much 
My silence is my self defense 

And every time I've held a rose 
It seems I only felt the thorns 
And so it goes, and so it goes 
And so

upstairs
It's like you might know how to
Fight but who the fuck cares?
Get cut here and get a bald head
Y'all seen too much here (hair)
My bro been locked up

One, two, three, uh
Showstopper, pockets full of copper
Soon it turn to dollars
World in my hand like a globetrotter
On the mic feeling like I'm '93

up like an asthmatic
That smoke too much
Dawg you like a K-9 cop, sniff coke too much
I'm like shootin
Up in a vein and my dick dope as fuck
My bars

47

It's AG
O'Neill 
New shit
New shit
New shit
Yeah
Hey I gotta tell y'all something man 

I'm too much
I'm too clutch 
I'm too up
Scoot up 
When

bro
This shit's way too much bro
Degree's something heavy
Damn if I ain't ready
(Peace and love folks)

Oh my god, I love Eauldie
Shout out to Neem,

Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well

Home,

Yeah
Been a while since I did one of these
Yeah
F-R-A to the Z-E-R
Yeah
Woah, yeah
My mind’s gone virtual
This social media thing is negative
It’s

body
Shake your body move your body ha
I worship you

For the things you've done for me
I will say Babayou too much
For the life
You gave to me
I will

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

the hint and rise)  And thanks a lot for the gold
	      and frankincense but...don't worry too much about the
	      myrrh next time.  Thank you...Goodbye.

Holes wit' tampons, i'm serious
I've been plugged in like a landline
And I throw up my hands you
Just throwin' up hand signs
When the hand 9 by the Jimmy

Whiskey #4 
You’re not counting, I hope
We step outside
I love-hate when you smoke
Dying to get home and smell my own clothes

I wait for my cue
You

can't sleep
Aye
Independent what momma told me
Aye
All this money in my hand I can't fold shit
Too much money on my mind I can't focus
Hit that baby like

on
But not too long, or, why are you spitting
So much, or, easy tiger
Hands to yourself I am excitable
I am sorry I am grateful
I just want us to be

and I
I see progress via my daughter's eyes (uh)
I think I think too much now and drink too much now
I numb it 'cause I don't wanna cry (uh)
Prayin'

You move too fast
Got no time to process the past
You need control
Do anything to fill the hole
And then you get attached
But baby one plus one is two,

too
Yeah
Think ima gonna head to the beach
With my hair in the wind and the sand on my feet
Suns on my face while the drinks in my hand and the L's in

Cowell, I can't let you ex-factors survive
Nah, the time's right and they finally limelightin' the god of this rhyme writin'
My mic can only be likened

too much
I think Im drinking too much
Man whats in my cup
Started by rubbing her butt
Then we start sipping that bubbly
Now we in bed
Started by giving

sports or anything really i
Felt neglected by my family
Growing up as well i've had
Many ideas that always felt
Superior compared to others, I
Knew that my

Too Much on My Heart

The Statler Brothers

Pardners in Rhyme

1985

again
I don't have time to make you understand
Lord this thing is gettin' out of hand
Pain shoots through me like a dart and I've got too much on my heart

Rannerdale Knotts...

On Rannerdale Knotts...
Rannerdale Knotts...
Rannerdale Knotts!

I've done nothing wrong
Except love you
Too much.
Can you love someone

The Jam

Jarad Trio Astin

Audio Alchemy

2004

False prophets cry of doom, what are the possibilities?
I told my brother there'll be problems, times and tears for fears,
But we must live each day like