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saying, I'm done playing Last time was on the in the house, need to get out more I've been stacking up I'm fundraising Most in my position get complacent Come places with star girls, end up on front pages I'm quiet but I just ride it Moment I stop having fun with it, I'll be with it I'm the only one that's shots up And a potluck, you need to come with it Don't run from it, H-Town in the summer time, I keep it 100 Lot of in my time there, word to Paul Wall, not one fronted I was birthed there in my first year, man I know that like I come from it Backstage at Warehouse in '09 "Is Bun coming? Fuck that, is any one coming 'fore I show up there and no one there?" These days, I could probably pack it for like twenty if I go in there rub from my main thing, I've been stressed out Talking to her like back then didn't want me, I'm blessed now Talking to her like this drop, bet a million copies get out She tell me, "Take a breath, you're too worried about being the best out"
think about it too much, too much, too much, too much There's no for us to rush it through Don't think it too much, too much, too much, too much This is more than just a new for you
Someone go tell Noel to get the Money got my family going backwards No dinners, no holidays, no issues at hand that we're not discussing Look, I did not sign up for My uncle used to have all these things on his bucket And now he's like, oh, well, this is life, I guess, "Nah, fuck that shit Listen man, you can still do what you wanna do, you trust that shit" Heard that in dire times when you need a sign, that's when they appear Guess since my text message didn't resonate, I'll say it here Hate the 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 shit And all my family from the that I've been 'round, started treating me like I'm "him" now Like we don't know other, we ain't grow together, we just friends now got me feeling pinned down, pick the pen up and put the pen down Writing to you from a like a pen pal, but we've been down
Don't about it too much, too much, too much, too much There's no need for us to rush it Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too This is more than a new lust for you
think about it too much, too much, too much, too much There's no for us to rush it through Don't about it too much, too much, too much, too much This is than just a new lust for you