Don't about it too much, too much, too much, too much There's no for us to rush it through Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too This is than just a new lust for you
Done saying, I'm done Last time was on the Stuck in the house, to get out more been stacking up like I'm fundraising Most in my position get complacent Come with star girls, end up on them front pages I'm quiet but I ride with it Moment I stop having fun with it, I'll be with it I'm the one that's putting shots up And like a potluck, you need to with it run from it, like H-Town in the summer time, I keep it 100 Lot of girls in my time there, word to Paul Wall, not one I was birthed there in my first year, man I know that place I come from it Backstage at Warehouse in '09 like "Is Bun Fuck that, is any one coming 'fore I show up there and no one there?" These days, I could probably pack it for like nights if I go in there Back rub from my main thing, I've stressed out Talking to her like back then they didn't want me, I'm now Talking to her like this drop, bet a copies get pressed out She tell me, "Take a deep breath, too worried about being the best out"
Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too no need for us to rush it through Don't think it too much, too much, too much, too much This is more than a new lust for you
Someone go tell to get the Backwoods got my whole family going backwards No dinners, no holidays, no There's at hand that we're not discussing Look, I did not sign up for My uncle used to have all these on his bucket list And now he's acting like, oh, well, is life, I guess, "Nah, fuck that shit Listen man, you can still do what you wanna do, you gotta that shit" Heard once in dire times when you need a sign, that's when they appear Guess since my text message didn't resonate, I'll say it here Hate the my mom cooped up in her apartment, telling herself That she's too to get dressed up and go do shit, like that's true shit And all my from the M-Town that I've been 'round, started treating me like I'm "him" now Like we know each other, we ain't grow together, we just friends now Shit got me feeling pinned down, pick the pen up and put the pen Writing to you from a distance like a pen pal, but been down
think about it too much, too much, too much, too much There's no need for us to it through Don't think it too much, too much, too much, too much This is more than a new lust for you
Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too no need for us to rush it through Don't about it too much, too much, too much, too much This is more just a new lust for you