Lyrics:
- so get ready, the time has come
We all run - it's all over, the game is won
The cost is too much
In nothing we trust
Everything we touch
Turns into
childish games
So all grown up
Cause my appetite says too much is not enough
I'm curious I don't mean to make a fuss
I think about you, do you think about
strings, soft to the touch
And others wear panties that don't fuck too much
Some wear nothin, like a model on the run way
But gettin' dug, from Monday
sideways on the street when I dip man, drinkin' pineapple crush wit a blunt, don't touch, check this showin' my luck for this girl name, Nicky punch, what,
goes down
They say she's been held by every other boy
All that talk about you can it be that it's all true
A nasty reputation to destroy
Love me touch me
a breeze
See in the sun, they get a touch and it's too much for 'em
They fall around you like the winter leaves
A little rain and they would run for cover
you talk too much, pass the blunt
I'm tryin' to give your fine ass the raw and uncut
I got no time to be a crybaby fool
Forgive me, but they got me
Jospeh's show he had cancer and not much time left
His last wish was to see us live before he left
When we played last song the whole crowd was crying
blooded
In these deep waters
And I said too much
Can I take it all back?
You can tell me with your touch
Where were at now I'm out of place
Stuck in
I'll take the hit
I never asked for much just wanted to keep in touch
Was that so hard for you, baby?
Well my mind has been changed
Spent all night
on
C-C-Can't wait 'til I see me a mil'
JBee's been hungry for way too long
And I been through so much shit
Can't you tell by the pain that I put in my songs
get a re-up when it going to fall
Love gonna hurt like a motherfucker
Say what you want better gon get her
Too much money on my mind this grind is 24
7
I can't live without it bursting out!
This is too much for her, we shouldn't go
Come here, my poor child
No, don't touch me. I don't want
he have to be so weird
And does he have to talk so much
And do they have to sit so close
And do their kneecaps have to touch?
Why is he sitting in
my crib doin' Willy Bounce
Don't test me, two-two-two girls are they twins or besties?
That body impress me
But she talk too much, don't stress me
I'll need time to get you off my mind
And I may sometimes bother you
Try to be in touch with you
Even ask too much of you from time to time
Now
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