Way Too Much

[Hook x2: Phil Ade]
Girl I got way too much to say
Too much to do
Too much that's on my mind
If it's way too much for you, it's too much for me
Girl we can take some time
Girl I got way too much to say
Too much to do
Too much that's on my mind
If its too much for you let me know

[Verse 1: Chaz French]
I said, the pain, the pleasure, the regret, it don't last forever
You can't change the weather
But you know its such a cold world when it rains
However, to answer the storm together
No I don't believe in never
But forever such a long way
I said good morning last night
Good evening beautiful, its about to be a good night
[?] I got to get you through this process
It's not made for you to dodge
But see the bigger upsets turn into major process
But you know I can't love you but please respect my commitment
No you don't get what you want
But at least you can say you did it
Check your resume you can't live for yesterday or tomorrow
Girl what does it take, take this liquor straight for all your sorrows
And I promise I got something for you that ain't hard to swallow
Just fornicate and fuck it time ain't something you can borrow
Get your mind right and surely I will follow
And until then I'm mixing these emotions with these bottles
Cause I've been doing too much
Everytime I'm with her she do too much
Yeah I've been drinking too much
Always in the club doing too much
Trying not to think about it too much
Yeah I said I just hope you understand

[Hook: Phil Ade]

[Bridge : Chaz French]
Simmer down simmer down mama
Heard you the motherfuckin talk of the town mama
But if you with it then I'm with it right now
Know i've been too busy living, but just listen quiet down quiet down
I got drugs I got drugs I got drugs for you baby baby
All this all this love for you lately, well be fine

[Verse 2: Phil Ade]
I got a thing for them thot bitches
Trying to act like I ain't got bitches
Keep everything on the low
Thank god for airplane mode, cause my phone be blowing up
Patrone we throwing up, I'm zoned we going up
It's dope we rolling up, come through
You knowing we be up at the crib at the moment
If you're high, cool you know I'm a poet
My girl hit on the phone blown she ain't heard from me
Not a word from me, I been fuckin' with some bird hunnies
Got the curb from me cause I love new pussy
I be chillin' but girl you know what the drugs do to me
Thats that Hennessy, she telling me I better be a saint
Screw her face like methoxetamine
She telling me I'm faded, ok you got me
But these niggas is not me
So deal with it or chill with it
Be real with it you cocky

[Hook: Phil Ade]

[Bridge : Phil Ade]
Too much [?] I'm doing too much
[?] on hoes doing too much
Too much, stuntin on life, do it too much
Too much, say a young nigga do it too much