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for asking Chris, but you don't sound too terribly upset about your brother's passing. Here's where I get him. I go, well, I'm not. The jerk used

things to get back
To how use to be
Guess I'm asking too much
The story of life
Thought I got it right this time
And finally found a wife
Somewhere we got

So we'd go to the baby classes, and I don't care if you went, you know what I'm talking about. We had one woman who would not stop asking questions.

even know what's really going on
Taste too tight type tactics on the tabletop
Turn the flavour on, get the game across
Every waking moment like an animal

To escape
From the lies told, by authority
It's a mistake
To assume, that this place is reality
Pump the brakes
Now awaken
Cause there's far too much at stake

stopping the crew I be chilling with
Don't be too cocky but I got a feeling shit
Writing so much I'm perfecting my penmanship
But I do this by myself and I'm

fast, that's why got that lean
I Put myself together ask my Brothers what they need
Move the ship together,Riches bounds by loyalty
Lil Foreign and they

they don't hear what I be spitting
I be coming off the top a lot of shit ain't even written
I just got too much to say, so my head be overfilling
So I

me
Then I need to know why you still around
Yuh, yuh, ay
We know you're saying way too much
Pretty soon you gon' have to break up
She be askin' you

it ain't right see
You my light just blind
World by my palm I need
Too much time
Out my day
Just to be with you
Got me feeling
Like something
I ain't

for the cars, stand clean and steady flippin'
I was a young nigga, I was codeine sippin
Never saw me at the club, too much attention
Aunt Jean in

ooh, ooh woah)

No way
I don't need to gas you
Up 'cause you the propane
(Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh)
No way, I don't ask for much
You asking for the whole

I'm not asking for so much
Just a minute, oh, in your touch
If I could follow
Follow your heart
But he knows better
What's on my mind
I don't wanna

Of the fire
That warms her arm

As she holds herself
Close
And imagines
No harm no harm

She gets up
And walking to the door
Swinging the bottle
Almost too much

been here before

you know what i'm asking for

if you would but grant

my terms i can't ignore

i remember too clearly

too recent to forget

maybe i'll

that was left of our hope
Cold twilights cradle became our bleak final home -
The end of all
Our eyes had seen too much to carry on,
But still not enough

like what I say then bun it
I ain't really into the internet typing
I've hit 10 cities in the past six months
Mum said son you ain't home as much
But

There's a man in the mirror
Asking too much of me
But how can I be everything he needs
As my eyes see clearer
The path ahead gets closer
And I

Got me unhinged like a suicide door
Don't know how much more I can endure
Boutta push my petal to the floor
Head up to the pure
Settle to pressure

weird too
Taxman asking for some cash, I don't have much to lose
But I know my day could turn around if I could just get to you

I can't explain how we

means to be black
Fighting for my rights
Like this country wasn't built on the backs of
My ancestors' strife
Asking for reparations 
But that’s too much

guts, she like when I go slow, hate it when I rush

Need you in my life is that asking too much, don't tell him about me, just keep it on hush
She tried

asking for the recipe 'cuz evidently
That too much sauce ain't enough
And when that pressure comes
That little uzi jams up
Man what
Ain't no apologies I'm

to get by
Something's wrong
Didn't wanna go on the road that was right in front
Like am I worthy of what I want
And it's right in front
Something's wrong