DRAKE

DRAKE - Too Much

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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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