DRAKE - Too Much Lyrics

Feat Sampha
Don't think about it too much
Too much, too much, too much
There's no need for us to rush this through
Don't think about it too much
Too much, too much, too much
This is more than just a new lust for you
Don't think about it

Done saying I'm done playing
Last time was on the outro
Stuck in the house
need to get out more
I've been stacking up like I'm fundraising
Most people in my position get complacent
Wanna come places with star girls
End up on them front pages
I'm quiet with it I just ride with it
Moment I stop having fun with it
I'll be done with it
I'm the only one that's putting shots up
And like a potluck, you need to come with it
Don't run from it, like H-Town
In the summer time, I keep it 100
Met a lot of girls in my time there,
Word to Paul Wall, not one fronted
I was birthed there in my first year,
Man I know that place like I come from it
Backstage at Warehouse
In 09 like is Bun coming?
Fuck that, is any one coming?
Before I show up there, there's no one there?
These days, I could probably pack it
For like twenty nights if I go in there
Back rub from my main thing
I've been stressed out
Talkin' to her like back then
They didn't want me I'm blessed now
Talkin' to her like this drop
In a million copies get pressed out
She tell me take a deep breath,
You're too worried about being' the best out

Don't think about it too much
Too much, too much, too much
There's no need for us to rush this through
Don't think about it too much
Too much, too much, too much
This is more than just a new lust for you
Don't think about it

Someone go tell Noel to get the backwoods
Money got my whole family going backwards
No dinners, no holidays, no nothing
There's issues at hand that we're not discussing
I did not sign up for this
My uncle used to have
All these things on his bucket list
And now he's actin' like oh well
This is life, I guess not, fuck that shit
Listen man, you can still
Do what you wanna do, you gotta trust that shit
Heard once that in dire times
When you need a sign, that's when they appear
Guess is my text message didn't resonate
I'll just say it here
Hate the fact my mom cooped up
In her apartment, tellin' herself
That she's too sick to get dressed up
And go do shit, like that's true shit
All my family from
the M-Town that I've been round
Started treatin' me like I'm him now
Like we don't know each other
We ain't grow together, we just friends now
Shit got me feelin' pinned down,
Pick the pin up and put the pen down
Writin' to you from a distance like a pen pal
But we've been down

Thanks to Kakes for correcting these lyrics
 

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