Too Many Things

I got too many things, going on And not enough people who love me I got to deal with it all, right or wrong And nobody thinking of me I got too many things, going on And not enough people who love me I got to deal with it all, right or wrong And nobody thinking of me My lifestyle so cold, holla for the gold Some say I'm too drunk, some say I'm too blowed Hold the kilos, and watch the weeds grow And stacking see-note, on top of see-note And ooh, my mama love me but found a new man Took all that she should take, five years I'm still praying Damn it's out of hand, balling out of control I love the fame and the fortune, but I sold my soul Bring it back Lord, help me bring it back, help me Straighten out my act, all I know is making money slanging yack On the track, and smoking fat sacks with my mistress What is this, my life as a misfit I got too many things, going on And not enough people who love me I got to deal with it all, right or wrong And nobody thinking of me I got too many things, going on And not enough people who love me I got to deal with it all, right or wrong And nobody thinking of me Now I don't know what you done heard Anywhere you go, one do love herb Like two little birds, kissing in the trees An angel up above, been whispering to me Said I'm living in a dream, and it isn't what it seems Once wanted fame, now I wish it wasn't me You know, I got a fly groove, so many time zones Quick to get my rhyme on, listen to it when I'm gone I was born, to put the boogie in your shoes Hit the doobie when you through, pass it to me on the cool I'm a fool for the flipping, spit for those who love me Thought I knew the game, but it ain't so funny I got too many things, going on And not enough people who love me I got to deal with it all, right or wrong And nobody thinking of me I got too many things, going on And not enough people who love me I got to deal with it all, right or wrong And nobody thinking of me Come on now, help me get up out of the rain I'm blessed with the joy, but cursed with the pain Come on now, everybody knowing my name Ask Little Ronny, can you spare some change See I'm tired of the game, tired of the lies Now all I want to do is keep my eyes on the prize Rise to the occasion, interrogation is my persuasion To do the things I do, keep the average head aching Waking up at noon, listen to the tune I'm dedicated to my first love, back in high school Went from close pin to kingpin, every weekend Shining like a star, but far from what I'm seeking I got too many things, going on And not enough people who love me I got to deal with it all, right or wrong And nobody thinking of me I got too many things, going on And not enough people who love me I got to deal with it all, right or wrong And nobody thinking of me I got too many things, going on And not enough people who love me I got to deal with it all, right or wrong And nobody thinking of me I got too many things, going on And not enough people who love me I got to deal with it all, right or wrong And nobody thinking of me