Too Much

HOOK: Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much There's no need for us to rush it through Don't think about it too much, too much, too much, too much This is more than just a new lust for you VERSE 01: Quit playin? You just stayin With him but I'm the one you is cravin Haven't talked much, we need to get in touch We've been smokin up, you are confused a bit much Most people in my position just wanna play games and such But I'd got places and things to do, and man these girls seem too much I'm quiet with it, I just go with life I've been dealing with this lost, we had a strife I'mma be the only one who's sippin a billion shots And you and me gonna be the only thing in everyone's thoughts Don't run from it, we gonna be like Jay and Beyonce we gon call the shots I've met a lot of girls in my time here, word to J.Cole, I dream lots Baby I meant you my first time, man I was like afraid of what I looked like How you kissed like, how you take it like, or what you going to dislike Underage at a nigga's house like damn I made a mistake Like damn, man I'm such a dumbass for this, you was the icing on my cake See nowadays a nigga kinda stay up for like twenty nights writing these rhymes Thinkin of you as my main thing, need you to read between the lines Smoking with you like back then you didn't know me, I'm blessed now Looking at you with this smile, you give me like fifty million signs I tell you, “You gonna be my Bonnie, I'mma be you're Clyde, ridin around committin crimes HOOK: VERSE 02: Sometime you gonna come over in my hood Your looks is attractive, got a nigga wishin he could Just lift that skirt, no ****, no misunderstand There's issues at hand that we can't be discussion I ain't gonna sign up for this Only if I know for sure you gonna be the main objective on my bucket list And now people's sayin, “Would you rather, have this or just suck on his?” Listen baby, you can still do what you wanna do, you gotta put the trust in this But the words that come out your mouth is shit that I can't seem to demiss Guess since my contact ain't yours, I'll just say it here Hate the fact that you ain't the type of girl that I seem to hear Like damn girl, you like being compared to this shit, you're love affairs? Shit you'd think that someone as beautiful as you would seem to care But no you with the dudes that be using you as they chair You need to freaking step, I'm serious, you need to freaking stop Stop with all the sexual messages, stop with the staring, stop the inside job Like we don't know each other, we ain't been together, we just friends now This feeling got me pinned down, having me picking up my pen and now I'm writing to you from a distance like a pay pal, but you'll seen realize HOOK: