Brvndo - Too Much

Gave her too much like she my lady
I knew that it was fucking with my bread
I ain't send her text messages lately
Cause she left a couple up on read
Sick of always feeling like it's maybe
Could it be something that I said?
Some bitches make me feel like I am crazy
I always make assumptions with my head
Gave her too much like she my lady
I knew that it was fucking with my bread
I ain't send her text messages lately
Cause she left a couple up on read
I'm sick of always feeling like it's maybe
Could it be something that I said?
Some bitches make me feel like I am crazy
I always make assumptions with my head
If that bitch did a sentence I'd be writing my statement
Praying to our God while I'm fighting with Satan
Know my homies got bars
Still lonely and I'm far
Exit stays sealed but tryna get it ajar
Soft spoken and I'm really going hard
Steady current spite a river need the currency enlarged
Truth is cash coming but the money tree just rots
If they offer me a deal I need a hundred g's to start
Know the time invested could just help me be a star
Wealthy with the thought I came from nothing and some pot
Always talked my shit about how punks were getting robbed
Sold a little piff to couple junkies on the block
But I always had a heart and they loved me so they copped
Used to go to parties ready hustling from the cops
Used to fuck with school 'til some money and a job
Then rap was my homework and the study was my spot
Wish I could go back with my buddies in the lot
You can pick apart the flower
Does she love me? Does she not?
These messages I jot with conception from the start
The idea of if I make it with my penmanship to par
Up late with my demons telling Letterman's to spar
Little gold around my neck shit this medal isn't bronze
You can put me next to kings but I look better with the pawns
Don't really like to sing but like to set it in my songs
Gave her too much like she my lady
I knew that it was fucking with my bread
I ain't send her text messages lately
Cause she left a couple up on read
I'm sick of always feeling like it's maybe
Could it be something that I said?
Some bitches make me feel like I am crazy
I always make assumptions with my head
This music shows the pain and what I dreaded all along
Bunch of birds pretty but I bet it on the swan
If we really here to eat then the utensils getting drawn
You can try for number two swear the pencil isn't fond
And my eyes above the blue but they just redder when I'm gone
There's elements in songs they can't seem to find the cause
Guess it's all about effect and what's been coming since Jaws
Feel like I'm Sheriff Brody
Floating 'til the end just so everybody know me
Admit I got some cheese that was sandwich with balogna
If they wanted three I was Manu with Ginobili
Shorties wanted play but I'd tamper with my Sony
If they ever wanted rock I would chant to the jabronis
Haha
I remember spitting raps for a free pizza
And now I'm spitting raps to be a street sweeper
Triple beam scale filling each speaker
But if you really know my task I'm just the peacekeeper
Hot new hip-hop and this that heat seeker
Gave her too much like she my lady
I knew that it was fucking with my bread
I ain't send her text messages lately
Cause she left a couple up on read
I'm sick of always feeling like it's maybe
Could it be something that I said?
Some bitches make me feel like I am crazy
I always make assumptions with my head

Written by:
Brandon Ferreira

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