paroles de chanson Too Much - Drake feat. Sampha
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
Oh,
don't
think
about—
Done
sayin'
I'm
done
playin'
Last
time
was
on
the
outro
Stuck
in
the
house,
need
to
get
out
more
I've
been
stackin'
up
like
I'm
fundraising
Most
people
in
my
position
get
complacent
Wanna
come
places
with
star
girls,
and
they
end
up
on
them
front
pages
I'm
quiet
with
it,
I
just
ride
with
it
Moment
I
stop
havin'
fun
with
it,
I'll
be
done
with
it
I'm
the
only
one
that's
puttin'
shots
up
And
like
a
potluck,
you
need
to
come
with
it
Don't
run
from
it,
H-Town
in
the
summer
time,
I
keep
it
100
Met
a
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
comin'?
Fuck
that,
is
any
one
comin'
'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
Talkin'
to
her
like
back
then
they
didn't
want
me,
I'm
blessed
now
Talkin'
to
her
like
this
drop,
bet
a
million
copies
get
pressed
out
She
tell
me,
"Take
a
deep
breath,
you're
too
worried
about
bein'
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
Oh,
don't
think
about—
Uh,
someone
go
tell
Noel
to
get
the
Backwoods
Money
got
my
whole
family
goin'
backwards
No
dinners,
no
holidays,
no
nothin'
There's
issues
at
hand
that
we're
not
discussin'
I
did
not
sign
up
for
this
My
uncle
used
to
have
all
these
things
on
his
bucket
list
And
now
he's
actin'
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,
tellin'
herself
That
she's
too
sick
to
get
dressed
up
and
go
do
shit,
like
that's
true
shit
All
my
family
from
the
M-Town
that
I've
been
'round,
started
treatin'
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
feelin'
pinned
down,
pick
the
pen
up
and
put
the
pen
down
I'm
writin'
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,
oh,
woah
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,
oh,
oh
Don't
give
up,
you
give
up,
on
your
hopes
Don't
give
up,
don't
give
up
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