paroles de chanson Too Much - FABRICE

Try not to talk to much
We don't give two fucks
Wasted on the streets
Busy looking for a food truck
Vision blurry
I gotta hurry
I gotta leave
Pretty soon
I'm bout to puke
I don't want you to see
This ugly side of me
It's part of me
Like siamese
This anatomy
Learned it from the academy
Glided through it
Bitch I do it
Like a manatee
So damn easy
I was outta there by 17
Never looked back
Never had a reason to
Never have I ever been afraid of what I can do
Put my best foot forward
The right one is what guides me
Time be moving slower
When you focused on the right dream
Knew that shit since I was nineteen
Thinking bout some lyrics, in my sleep
And honestly
I just want to see
Me
Flowing down the stream
Feet
Moving to the beat yeet

Too much
They being too much
Too much
They being too much
Too much
They being too much
Yea

Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up
Time to
Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up
Yea

Time to go
Party's over
We gon' blow
This pop stand
Supernova
Sick of all the goddamn I done told ya
You too busy stop hating man, grow up
Never folding
Under pressure
I was hoping
For a lecture
On success and how success is measured
Don't matter been ballin' since Bethesda
Since Bethesda
I
Got em trippin' like fall semester
Oo
Weed hittin' harder than McGregor
Gas
Yea I like to deal with the pressure

Too much
They being too much
Too much
They being too much
Too much
They being too much
Yea