Way Too Much

[Produced By: Kris Minor] [Hook x2: Phil Ade] Girl I got way too much to say Too much to do Too much that's on my mind If it's way too much for you, it's too much for me Girl we can take some time Girl I got way too much to say Too much to do Too much that's on my mind If its too much for you let me know [Verse 1: Chaz French] I said, the pain, the pleasure, the regret, it don't last forever You can't change the weather But you know its such a cold world when it rains However, to answer the storm together No I don't believe in never But forever such a long way I said good morning last night Good evening beautiful, its about to be a good night [?] I got to get you through this process It's not made for you to dodge But see the bigger upsets turn into major process But you know I can't love you but please respect my commitment No you don't get what you want But at least you can say you did it Check your resume you can't live for yesterday or tomorrow Girl what does it take, take this liquor straight for all your sorrows And I promise I got something for you that ain't hard to swallow Just fornicate and fuck it time ain't something you can borrow Get your mind right and surely I will follow And until then I'm mixing these emotions with these bottles Cause I've been doing too much Everytime I'm with her she do too much Yeah I've been drinking too much Always in the club doing too much Trying not to think about it too much Yeah I said I just hope you understand [Hook: Phil Ade] [Bridge : Chaz French] Simmer down simmer down mama Heard you the motherfuckin talk of the town mama But if you with it then I'm with it right now Know i've been too busy living, but just listen quiet down quiet down I got drugs I got drugs I got drugs for you baby baby All this all this love for you lately, well be fine [Verse 2: Phil Ade] I got a thing for them thot bitches Trying to act like I ain't got bitches Keep everything on the low Thank god for airplane mode, cause my phone be blowing up Patrone we throwing up, I'm zoned we going up It's dope we rolling up, come through You knowing we be up at the crib at the moment If you're high, cool you know I'm a po' it My girl hit on the phone blown she ain't heard from me Not a word from me, I been fuckin' with some bird hunnies Got the curb from me cause I love new pussy I be chillin' but girl you know what the drugs do to me Thats that Hennessy, she telling me I better be a saint Screw her face like methoxetamine She telling me I'm faded, ok you got me But these niggas is not me So deal with it or chill with it Be real with it you cocky [Hook: Phil Ade] [Bridge : Phil Ade] Too much, stackin' up dough, I need too much Too much, fucking on hoes doing too much Too much, stuntin on life, do it too much Too much, she say a young nigga do it too much