Lyrics:
Although it hurts
I'll be the first to say that I was wrong
Oh, I know I'm probably much too late
To try and apologize for my mistakes
But I just want
At the end of this long night
How much can a body be broken?
Am I getting too close to the fire
Oh, oh let me hear the choir
It's the strangest thing
through
I be wanting to hit them with a drive-by
But I don’t think my niggas want to slide too
They been hitting plenty with a drive-by
Name a better killer
Put that mag in, it lock
Got them FTP socks
But I'm off of my meds
Swish, drinking piss
Think I miss my little sis
Too much shit left to fix
Too much
time to adjust
Maybe I was late again, so what
Didn't have to make us fight
See it on your face and it's just too much
Know I try my best but it's not
won't be a cracker
They use somebody much blacker
What I do? I called up the Geto Boy crew
'Cause my mind's playin' tricks on me, too
Never died,
Said her body look so good it look fake
She don't want anything but this wood she gon' take
Ima get you hooked you should run before it's too late
you know
How much I need you here
Man it's been a year begging don't go
If I find it too much don't hold a grudge oh
She's perfect in every way
I can't
stupid fucks, talk no walk, like you discussed
You talking too much, "who the fuck are you to us, uterus?"
I put that on my pubes and nuts, if I don't
never too late
To say, thank you very much
Or to kill a stone with 2 birds
The early worm gets the bird
Oh
The better the sooner
Choosers can't be beggars
wait
It will get way too late
Then you'll be side by side with your pops grabbing crates
And no hate behind these lines
I'm just tryna make some rhymes
at the same speed?
A sense of safety preserved by the static distance between us
Sometimes I try to imagine a village hundred of years ago
Where little
Hey my darling, you know I have a paper heart
Soaked through blood and love and still it works them off
Touch, but not too much, 'cause you can leave
a little too much sinning
In that one horse town
Shameless, got more stories than Vegas
So come on, come on, come on and let's ride
Shotgun sitting
moments I have with you are amazing
And it ain't too little too late for me to say...
You're the best thing that's happened to me
You're the best thing
know baby and I don't understand
Well I was there once too, I know life can be so hard girl
She wants to run away, and she's gonna change her name
what ya momma gave ya
Dance, too much booty in your pants
Dance, too much booty in your pants
I said dance, too much booty in your pants
Dance, too
financial suicide but I've got too much pride inside
To hide or slide
I'll do as I'll decide and let it ride till until I've died
And only then shall I
on the holidays
And I’ve been pouring too much Bailey’s in my coffee babe
So won’t you... come back
Before I... lose track
Of all the pretty little nicknames I
the kids in the back seat throwin' rocks and drinkin' cool-Aid and playin' count-the-license-plates. But they wasn't havin' too much fun a-countin' license
never let me down
You never let me down
We should call it a night, it's getting late
Don't worry bout it I'll clear your plate
We got too much wine wanna
Too many Slacks!
How many Slacks? Too many Slacks!
Every new Slack, a brand new nick
I think this'll be, Slack twenty six
I'll drop by memes and I'll
can't decide which side i'm on
i can't choose
gathered there, cool night air
shadows by the lake
on a dare, so unfair
now it's much too late
did
to the slaughterhouse
Niggas try to tell me I spell too much
Capital S to the laugh to the T-E-R
Ho, U-S-E, now go to hell you fucks, word
Making work disappear quick
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