Songtexte Too Much! (Melly Mel) - REASON

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look

Look, I feel like I think too much
Spillin' my thoughts into these songs, I ink too much
Lost in the tides, try to get out but I sink too much
Handle that pressure, turn to the liquor, I drink too much
Proud of my black skin, my hair never kinked too much
Know that my girl love me, she take on the world for me
But temptation dancin' in front of me and we link too much

Headed for greatness but look, I ain't got the patience
I feel like I'm on the brink too much
Nigga writin' verses while at work hustlin'
Niggas told me I dream too much, feel I ain't dream enough
I was makin' 80K a year but still broke
I put it all into music, I guess I believe too much
You can't tell me shit, nigga
I wrote down what I live to become a rich nigga, I bet on me
I would volunteer my life and my wages
Employed all of my homies so in turn, I was workin' for free
But I saw the vision there, just needed a chance in it
I ain't put me here, my nigga, the fans did it
In LA, I opened doors for this soulful shit
Niggas' career like oven mitts, how I had a hand in it
A storm comin'
Look, blindly and bravely, I'm gon' stand in it
Tryna bring change to niggas lost in the hood
You can trap and be a young boy, misunderstood
And we wonder why YoungBoy was up to no good but fuck it

Look, I feel like I think too much
Spillin' my thoughts into these songs, I ink too much
Lost in the tides, try to get out but I sink too much
Handle the pressure, I turn to liquor and drink too much
Proud of my black skin, my hair never kinked too much
Know that my girl love me, she take on the world for me
But temptation dancin' in front of me and we link too much
Shit, feel like I, look, look

I done made this shit home-brewed
I done took the street tales, turn that shit soulful
Don't tell me that you proud of me, I did what I'm supposed to
Taught we can't be proud unless we can bring a Rolls through
How the fuck I'm proud when my mama need a cane?
Convinced that it ain't shit wrong with her, it's just the pain
Stress and anxieties
In church talkin' to God like, "Nigga, why you lie to me?
Told me everything was gon' be fine" and now they cited him
He was at a function with his niggas
Wasn't even on that type of time this time, niggas chillin'
A fight broke out between his cousins, niggas trippin'
One thing led to another, his cousin killed him
He ain't 'bout to speak on what happened but now he locked
His cousin ain't talkin' so he just sittin' in a box
Just a week ago, he had a scholarship to get the fuck up outta here
Now he sittin', cryin' there
One of the toughest niggas I know, he so strong
Talked to Auntie Sandra, she put Mel up on the phone
Could tell that he was broken when I asked him how it's goin'
But as black men, we taught to pretend it ain't nothin' wrong, shit
Well, fuck it, look, I feel we pretend too much
Lost in this fake persona gon' be the end of us
Niggas keep killin' niggas, that shit like a trend for us
Give it to you straight, shit, this world never been for us, shit

Look, I feel like I think too much
Pressure keep gettin' to me, I feel like I drink too much
Don't ever let 'em tell you you can't do it
That's the fuckin' problem with our
People, sometimes we don't dream enough
So

Man, shut your bitch ass up, nigga
March 2022
Ah, hell nah, man, hell nah, man
Hell nah, man
I told you we gotta share that
Every tradition gets passed down, drama included
What's the point? Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
What's the point? I'm gonna make a wish for that ho, huh
You still on that same road, I'm talkin' about the same hood-ass nigga
Yeah, well, while we talkin' 'bout it, uh