Too Much
Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too muchThere's no need for us to rush it throughDon't think about it too much, too much, too much, too muchThis is more than just a new lust for you
Done saying, I'm done playingLast time was on the outroStuck in the house, need to get out moreI've been stacking up like I'm fundraisingMost people in my position get complacentCome places with star girls, end up on them front pagesI'm quiet but I just ride with itMoment I stop having fun with it, I'll be done with itI'm the only one that's putting shots upAnd like a potluck, you need to come with itDon't run from it, like H-Town in the summer time, I keep it 100Lot of girls in my time there, word to Paul Wall, not one frontedI was birthed there in my first year, man I know that place like I come from itBackstage 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 thereBack rub from my main thing, I've been stressed outTalking to her like back then they didn't want me, I'm blessed nowTalking to her like this drop, bet a million copies get pressed outShe 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 muchThere's no need for us to rush it throughDon't think about it too much, too much, too much, too muchThis is more than just a new lust for you
Someone go tell Noel to get the BackwoodsMoney got my whole family going backwardsNo dinners, no holidays, no nothingThere's issues at hand that we're not discussingLook, I did not sign up for thisMy uncle used to have all these things on his bucket listAnd now he's acting like, oh, well, this is life, I guess, "Nah, fuck that shitListen 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 appearGuess since my text message didn't resonate, I'll just say it hereHate the fact my mom cooped up in her apartment, telling herselfThat she's too sick to get dressed up and go do shit, like that's true shitAnd all my family from the M-Town that I've been 'round, started treating me like I'm "him" nowLike we don't know each other, we ain't grow together, we just friends nowShit got me feeling pinned down, pick the pen up and put the pen downWriting 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 muchThere's no need for us to rush it throughDon't think about it too much, too much, too much, too muchThis is more than just a new lust for you
Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too muchThere's no need for us to rush it throughDon't think about it too much, too much, too much, too muchThis is more than just a new lust for you