Too Much

Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much There's no need for us to rush it through Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much This is more than just a new lust for you Done saying, I'm done playing Last time was on the outro Stuck in the house, need to get out more I've been stacking up like I'm fundraising Most people in my position get complacent Come places with star girls, end up on them front pages I'm quiet but I just ride with it Moment I stop having fun with it, I'll be done with it I'm the only one that's putting shots up And like a potluck, you need to come with it Don't run from it, like H-Town in the summer time, I keep it 100 Lot of girls in my time there, word to Paul Wall, not one fronted I was birthed there in my first year, man I know that place like I come from it Backstage at Warehouse in '09 like "Is Bun coming? Fuck that, is any one coming 'fore I show up there and ain't no one there?" These days, I could probably pack it for like twenty nights if I go in there Back rub from my main thing, I've been stressed out Talking to her like back then they didn't want me, I'm blessed now Talking to her like this drop, bet a million copies get pressed out She tell me, "Take a deep breath, you're too worried about being the best out" Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much There's no need for us to rush it through Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much This is more than just a new lust for you Someone go tell Noel to get the Backwoods Money got my whole family going backwards No dinners, no holidays, no nothing There's issues at hand that we're not discussing Look, I did not sign up for this My uncle used to have all these things on his bucket list And now he's acting like, oh, well, this is life, I guess, "Nah, fuck that shit Listen man, you can still do what you wanna do, you gotta trust that shit" Heard once that in dire times when you need a sign, that's when they appear Guess since my text message didn't resonate, I'll just say it here Hate the fact my mom cooped up in her apartment, telling herself That she's too sick to get dressed up and go do shit, like that's true shit And all my family from the M-Town that I've been 'round, started treating me like I'm "him" now Like we don't know each other, we ain't grow together, we just friends now Shit got me feeling pinned down, pick the pen up and put the pen down Writing to you from a distance like a pen pal, but we've been down Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much There's no need for us to rush it through Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much This is more than just a new lust for you Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much There's no need for us to rush it through Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much This is more than just a new lust for you