Too Much

Try not to talk to much We don’t give two fucks Wasted on the streets Busy looking for a food truck Vision blurry I gotta hurry I gotta leave Pretty soon I’m bout to puke I don’t want you to see This ugly side of me It’s part of me Like siamese This anatomy Learned it from the academy Glided through it Bitch I do it Like a manatee So damn easy I was outta there by 17 Never looked back Never had a reason to Never have I ever been afraid of what I can do Put my best foot forward The right one is what guides me Time be moving slower When you focused on the right dream Knew that shit since I was nineteen Thinking bout some lyrics, in my sleep And honestly I just want to see Me Flowing down the stream Feet Moving to the beat yeet Too much They being too much Too much They being too much Too much They being too much Yea Pick it up Pick it up Pick it up Time to Pick it up Pick it up Pick it up Yea Time to go Party’s over We gon' blow This pop stand Supernova Sick of all the goddamn I done told ya You too busy stop hating man, grow up Never folding Under pressure I was hoping For a lecture On success and how success is measured Don't matter been ballin' since Bethesda Since Bethesda I Got em trippin' like fall semester Oo Weed hittin' harder than McGregor Gas Yea I like to deal with the pressure Too much They being too much Too much They being too much Too much They being too much Yea