Lyrics:
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I don't have time to make you understand
Lord this thing is gettin' out of hand
Pain shoots through me like a dart and I've got too much on my heart
Rannerdale Knotts...
On Rannerdale Knotts...
Rannerdale Knotts...
Rannerdale Knotts!
I've done nothing wrong
Except love you
Too much.
Can you love someone
False prophets cry of doom, what are the possibilities?
I told my brother there'll be problems, times and tears for fears,
But we must live each day like
False prophets cry of doom, what are the possibilities?
I told my brother there'll be problems, times and tears for fears
But we must live each day like
You move too fast
Got no time to process the past
You need control
Do anything to fill the hole
And then you get attached
But baby one plus one is two,
took your time
I took my time with you
I roll one up
You roll one up too
After the party we can smoke and ride
I got a new whip baby get inside
You see
nothin' to lose
Except for, Yesterday
I got too much time on my hands
I got too much time on my hands
I got too much time on my hands
I got too much
ones when you blink, they gone
You know the cliche time flies by when you have too much fun
Where do all these days be going
Clearer than a smoking gun
In a way I feel stuck
So much fake love and
The hatred
What a shame man it sucks
I don't pay that shit much
My attention stays up
Imma Heru
Nothin
the time
We drink liquor
Beer
And wine
I'll remind ya girl you fine
I got
Too much
Too much
Too much
Too much
Too much on my mind
Girl let's disappear
we stop the hands of time
You set my soul on fire
My one desire was to love you
And think of you with pride
And keep you satisfied
Oh baby, oh
we stop the hands of time
You set my soul on fire
My one desire was to love you
And think of you with pride
And keep you satisfied
Oh baby, oh
'em
We always solve 'em, like
Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
Like so much has happened yo, and I mean shit, by the time y'all are
really clueless
Upping all that green like where's all yo blue strips
Think it's time to hit the store and purchase some new fits
Love/hate relationship
To look for fortune and fame
Starry eyed in my seaside successes
And much too sure of the game
First girl I met thereI thought I'd get there
But
with it
Right here with me like take your girl to work day
She right by my side
So we might leave in a hurry
I don't know the time
So imma stay for her
the least
My apartment is infested with spiders and bugs
I try to stave them off with tabs and sprays and such
It's hard to keep my place clean properly too
Every fucking time
Too much, but it's never enough
Too many times you took advantage of my love
Done spent too much, wasting time I can't make up
I
much
I think this brain has thought a lot
Searching, trying to find the crutch
I think this heart has bled once too often
This time, it's bled
much
I think this brain has thought a lot
Searching, trying to find the crutch
I think this heart has bled once too often
This time, it's bled
controlled by ventriloquist
Hand in the ass, And you ask me how I've been?
I don't spend too much time on it
(Too much time on it)
Spend all my time on it
She gon' make sure I'm right
Get in first-line, let it take off
You made it brine then I take off
Cross me so much, I got nails in my hand
City
love/hate dichotomy
My breathing’s slow and floatin’ in
The car is driven by my twin
Freeing me to drift inside
I am alone I am alone I am alone
Roadcalm
Pretty Mama come on take me by the hand
Wanna hear some funky Dixieland Pretty mama
Here she comes
I got you, I got you
You're the sun through my
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