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prayin' nobody'll tempt me
Cause I get to talkin' n that's when it hits me 

Maybe I talk my shit too much
Maybe I run my lip too much
Maybe I flip my lid

Much too cold
Almost froze
Should've melted when the Son arose
Getting pelted by the weapons
That they juxtapose
With love and hope
Above the quotes

don’t even got the time
People lookin asking why i don’t wanna say too much
Bitches that I’m tryna fuck i’m always pushing my luck
Watch me make another

rapping tight
Take my time creating flows that other rappers bite
Water into wine words blessed up by the hands of christ
I been grinding
I been working

was screwed by my bad habits

Every time when I see
Water coloured eyes
Tears go away on their own ‘cause I can't touch you
Sadness took my hand

got things on my mind I can't explain
A lot I can't speak on cause it done brought too much of pain
Can't get swallowed by the system I know it's

Playboy Short

Too Short

Greatest Hits, Vol. 1: The Player Years, 1983-1988

1993

Still playing the same, still young at the game
Never talk down on a player's name
Cause I'm big time, paid all my dues
I'm rich and famous and way too

the time
For the haters

And all the time that I wasted
How careless of me
Too young and stupid to see
I put my life in their hands
(Gonna look for

the time
For the haters

And all the time that I wasted
How careless of me
Too young and stupid to see
I put my life in their hands
(Gonna look for

the time
For the haters

And all the time that I wasted
How careless of me
Too young and stupid to see
I put my life in their hands
(Gonna look for

aground
Shoot it out and come back down
Shower down like goodness upon
Say I'm ready to give my love

There's too much worth living for, too much worth

hunt
From now on, y'all crossed the land
Craig Mack's the upper hand with more
Rhymes than the beach got sand you're an MC
Yo my original job is that

livin' by the gang code Hands up, if you livin' by the same rules
Hands up, if you never breaking guy code Hands up

Me and all my bros gang, gang, same

By the Time I Get to Phoenix

Isaac Hayes

The Best of Isaac Hayes, Vol. 2

1986

mama, mama, that's all

And by the time I get to Oklahoma, she'll be sleeping
She'll turn softly in her restless sleep, call my name out low
And oh,

Hold up bitch, Too much scars that's on my body... 
I got. trust issues can't trust nobody 
Four pockets full, too much money don't need no wallet

on 'em
Machine (ha)

'Cause it ain't too much to it (it ain't too much to it)
It ain't too much to it (it ain't too much to it)
Nah (nah)
Lil' smoke,

scared you're letting go and
Tired of feeling all alone
Baby since you left, I got too much time
On my hands and my mind
Scared to hold your hand
Because

no witness
No how many times that I been hurt 

I've been hurt by members of my family they don't know how much that shit has damaged me 
Now I'm in

time would tell
But it's already too late to see (it's already too late for me)

I think of my childhood and all those friends that were made
All those

songs in my discography
I remember hearing Clem a long time ago
And her voice stood out to me
So much it was so high pitched, and like
It almost had this

Trapped in the Drive-Thru

Weird Al Yankovic

Straight Outta Lynwood

2006

callin' me?
Well I checked my caller ID

It was just cousin Larry
Callin' for the third time today
My wife said "Let it go to voicemail"
I said okay

Where

not showing up only because you, Ape, has too much time because never invited even

Being rare good is not showing up only because you, Ape, has too

not showing up only because you, Ape, has too much time because never invited even

Being rare good is not showing up only because you, Ape, has too

imperfect and so am I.
I can start to manage, use that all to my advantage
It keeps me in check
I can see what's right, top, bottom and left
Too much, too