Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Too Much, artist - K.A.A.N.. Date of issue: 25.09.2017
Song language: English
Too Much |
| Fix your face, adjust the settings, hoe, I’m about to go in |
| As for this rapping, asthma attack, acid alliteration |
| Basked in the gaze I’m amazed at your basic tendencies |
| Originality, that’s a rarity from what I can see |
| I dot my I’s then cross my T’s |
| Philosophically Socrates |
| Socking these sad satches I’m sodomizing the tracks |
| In my laboratory this labyrinth |
| Conceives like Mary Magdalene |
| Immaculacy at its finest |
| Fortunate this force of rhyming |
| Found an outlet, no I ain’t done with you yet |
| My therapist says that I’m crazy |
| Maybe off o' my rocker |
| I read her lips while stalking her |
| Through my new pair of binoculars |
| 50 feet from her house, in high heels and a blouse |
| Just feeling out the situation |
| Tryna see what it’s bout |
| I might break in and then abduct her |
| While she sleep on the couch |
| The blinds were drawn, my mind was gone |
| I’m on some whole other shit |
| I’m off my meds |
| The voices in my head they tell me to kill |
| For real |
| They tell me I do too much |
| I say I don’t do enough |
| They say that I do |
| I say that I don’t |
| I know what I want |
| They tell me that I smoke too much, I drink too much |
| I tell em I don’t drink enough, don’t smoke enough |
| They tell me that I sleep too much, don’t sleep enough |
| I think I might roll one up |
| I roll one up |
| I roll one up |
| I think I’m outta line |
| Cast away your fear, but you’re out of line |
| Rap until they hear, but you outta lines |
| Passion always here, but I doubt I’m right |
| I’m after all that’s near, but I’m outta time |
| Sign the dotted line |
| Don’t make me go that way |
| I’m feeling Shady |
| But here lately my shit cold like Dre |
| I got a lady but she hate me, thinks I’ve gone insane |
| Now can you blame me, I’m so crazy |
| Empty so no brain |
| I’m feeling low like snakes |
| There’s plenty me’s no more days |
| I make it bleed no more veins |
| You can’t see through all my pain |
| I’m on my knees at the bank |
| Up the river full tank |
| Of gasoline with the flame |
| Think I’m in need of a pill |
| My mind at ease for the day |
| I wake up fiending for thrills |
| Did I make peace, what’s the deal? |
| My mind diseased, I’m so ill |
| It’s make believe when I’m well |
| I think I’ll pick at my will |
| Making the devil a deal |
| Hope I stay heavenly still |
| Staying ahead of the game |
| Ayy |
| They tell me I do too much |
| I say I don’t do enough |
| They say that I do |
| I say that I don’t |
| I know what I want |
| They tell me that I smoke too much, I drink too much |
| I tell em I don’t drink enough, don’t smoke enough |
| They tell me that I sleep too much, don’t sleep enough |
| I think I might roll one up |
| I roll one up |
| I roll one up |