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Too Much
Hip-Hop/Rap
Too Much was released on January 1, 2020 by All The Way Free as a part of the album Growing Up
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Release DateJanuary 1, 2020
LabelAll The Way Free
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Commi$$ion
Commi$$ion
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian Crawford II
Brian Crawford II
Composer
Harrison Le Mon III
Harrison Le Mon III
Composer
Joseph Commisso
Joseph Commisso
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marvin "Rudy" Youmans
Marvin "Rudy" Youmans
Mixing Engineer
JRGotTheHiTS
JRGotTheHiTS
Producer
Brian Crawford II
Brian Crawford II
Producer

Lyrics

Alright kids, I want you to gather 'round close now
I want to tell you something very, very special
New kids growing up who had too much
Too out of touch, too dull to budge
Young ignorant fucks, spiteful little Joey
Off a few bucks, I felt mad doughy
Innocence and inspiration, didn't see it in their eyes
I was a young prize, they were the parents' mole
I was too busy young getting old
No hand of a glow, slim pickings
Selling warheads on the playground, fifty cents a piece
I only paid five, bought 'em and bought
Young entrepreneur, little pitchman
Before he grew to commission
These kids wasn't like me, they had too much
Fully sucking silver spoons
I was too busy reaching for moons, had something to prove
My shadow's a loser, had to leave it in the dust
And rise amongst a bunch of overprivileged mutts
Too much, it was never enough
Too much, it was never enough
Too much
Too much, it was never enough
For some kids, it was never enough
Too much, it was never enough
Too much, it was never enough
Too much
Too much, it was never enough
For some kids, it was never enough
Fresh again and we in elementary
Yelling obscenities my way, you the best yet to be
Mentally got my mind creeping through treachery
I ain't gon' let these fungus kids get the best of me
Running channels that are selling candies
Principal's office, I'm the one in trouble?
Single mom, just me and my sister
Seem to remember your parents living rather proper, mister
Paid off note, giving you everything you could ever hope for
But you little dope, you mope around
With a penchant for more
Open door but you not happy 'til you open it more
So yeah, I got young aggression
I might have obsessions with wanting something better
I'm thankful for what I got, thankful for this fucked up plot
It made me who I am or who the fuck I'm not
Too much, it was never enough
Too much, it was never enough
Too much
Too much, it was never enough
For some kids, it was never enough
Too much, it was never enough
Too much, it was never enough
Too much
Too much, it was never enough
For some kids, it was never enough
Not the wah-wah-wah and never happy
I was lucky to have love, not being sappy
Through the mud with just what I need
Thankful to breathe, y'all be searching for more details
Holy grails, my soul searching for golden up
Knowing I'm perfect, refuse to live life as a bluff
Wake up, stay consistent
'Cause the one thing I could never have too much of is this shit
Idol in my own head
Only because don't give myself enough cred
But when I go to bed
I'm not dreaming of material objects
I'm weaving obstacles, a demon inside bliss
'Cause life's a devil day
And if I'm honest, I probably got too much
Probably too out of touch
Probably the type of kid who never gives with buzz
But as long as I got my love, my kids and my pen
Could it happen?
Too much, it was never enough
Too much, it was never enough
Too much
Too much, it was never enough
For some kids, it was never enough
Too much, it was never enough
Too much, it was never enough
Too much
Too much, it was never enough
For some kids, it was never enough
Written by: Brian Crawford II, Harrison Le Mon III, Joseph Commisso
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