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

Done sayin’ I’m done playin’

Last time was on the outro

Stuck in the house, need to get out mo’

I’ve been stackin’ up like I’m fund-raisin’

Most people in my position get complacent

Wanna come places with star girls, and then end up on them front pages

I’m quiet with it; I just ride with it

Moment I stop havin’ fun with it, I’ll be done with it

I’m the only one that’s puttin’ 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 times 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 comin’?

Fuck that, is anyone comin’ before I show up there and 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, bet a million copies get pressed out

She tell me, “Take a deep breath, you’re too worried about bein’ the best out”

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

Uh –

Someone go tell Noel to get the Backwoods

Money got my whole family goin’ backwards

No dinners, no holidays, no nothin’

There’s issues at hand that we’re not discussin’

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.” Nah, 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 since my text message didn’t resonate, I’ll just say it here

I 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

And 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 pen up and put the pen down

I’m writin’ to you from a distance like a pen pal, but we’ve been down

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

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

Don’t feel like, you give up

Your heart’s done

Your love’s done

Don’t give up

Don’t fake it

Don’t have to…

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