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Gaither Vocal Band & The Bill Gaither Trio (Gaither Vocal Band) · Bill Gaither Trio & Gaither Vocal Band (Bill Gaither) · Too Much, Too Young, Too Fast (Airbourne) · Too Much, Too Little, Too Late (Johnny Mathis) · Our Pain Your Gain (Mindless Self Indulgence) · Negative Gain: 1 Negative (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Full Gain (Grady Gaines) · Too Much Too Young: The Gold Collection (The Specials) · Live: Too Much Too Young (The Specials) · Too Much Too Soon (New York Dolls) – and 90 other albums »


got too much to lose, I got so much to gain

It's all
Allow me to elaborate in this song

Life ain't like a bowl of cherries,
There's too little laughter and too much sorrow.
It's more like a jar
even wanna get out the bed

[Stevie Wonder]
When you lose too much too bad
Just go talk to God and pray

[Snoop Dogg]
And you's a good women, but
betrayed by lies
There's so much that you can gain
If you just realize

That each day that's wasted
You know will not return
And no one knows what
Nothing left when I'm gone
We've been together for much too long
Call it pain ... and I'll never trust no one
Trust no one

Betrayed by yours
How could this
you meant to do?
Use the world as your tool
No room for my own beleifs
This nightmare becomes reality

too much technology
Too little control
Machines
Use me or let me go
This is too much to take
Move me or let me fall
Relieve me of this burden

Have more faith in me
I'm not guided by ways
That
only destination: anywhere but here

There's nothing permanent below me and above
For every time it's all too much, it's not enough
We're
your man, you write and call, don't love that bitch
I ride with too much auto-tune, I heard that shit before
This my life, I run my life, your life, I
your man, you write and call, don't love that bitch
I ride with too much auto-tune, I heard that shit before
This my life, I run my life, your life, I
think they're usin a little bit too much when they flaunt
You know

[Name], you know, ehm
I don't understand the way these girls is rolling today, man
baby) 
But now you feel that you've got nothing left
If there's nothing to lose babe
Ah babe don't you know by now
Then there's nothing to gain
Ah no
What good is it
for a man to, gain the world.
yet lose his own soul, in the process? 
God loves you, yes he does 
Said you're alright with him
(how much you tryna pay)
Its June third haha 2:08 am
Nigga I wont say win, lose or draw
Man we congratulate you already homie
See I motivate
to be okay
Getting by day after day

You can't see it in my face but then again know it's true
I'm human being cause I feel pain too
Promised
on the 5000 dollar bill

My president is black, my Lambo's blue
And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too
My momma ain't at home and daddy still in jail
Tryna
mother's TV
Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray
MC's misuse it
Don't think that Stet can lose it
Too much to gain to abuse it
The name of the game is rapture
This song is complete and captured,
your whole life, for the money, for the money

Why the say money is the root of evil?
Because when you got too much of it here comes the root and evil
[Chorus]

That's your boo, but she know every nigga in the Roc-A-Fella Crew
That's on you, baby blow too much, I mean she know too much
That's my boo,
the Roc-A-Fella Crew
That's on you, baby blow too much, I mean she know too much
That's my boo, it's all about who she did and where she been
I love you, you
mind, yeah

(Oh, do you hear me tonight)
I don't have too much more to say except
(This is my story)
Somebody told me that if you've got something
mother's TV
Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray
under

My brother's doin' bad, stole my mother's TV
Says she watches too much, it's just not healthy
All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night
Can't
your life
Where did you find the gun?

By an accident you find yourself 
From the slammer with too much friends
You shot an officer, you shot him