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Got that rattle in my trunk, got that bang, got that bang Full pedal to the metal switchin lanes, switching lanes And I'm running from my devils Run away, run away And I'm running running running running Too much of a good thing is better than none Too much of a good thing is better than none Too much of a good thing is better than none Too much of a good thing is better than none Rise & shine rise & shine we got money to make It's time to Exercise my demons but I know they in shape It's time to find some type of meaning, but thats probably gon wait Im Probably busy bussin down sour grapes, you sour grape Aye, what you whine about? Just an addict for the bullshit Aye what you crying bout? Know you preaching out that pulpit About soliloquies on all my deeds, and my dirty actions Never catch me out here lacking, cause I'm never dirty macking Face my fears I face my blunts Do what I need, take what I want Like I'm on treasure hunt 4th & long I cannot punt Long Live Chucc, until I'm outtie 5000 gon get em rowdy The flowers up in my brownies Don made get hella drowsy Howdy, live from Dallas county Ride my wave like they out in Maui Where the pack talking loudly And they gonna scream it proudly And I'm going back to Cali just visit Santa Monica Climb up on a mountains, in the clouds and get to counting Too much of a good thing is better than none Too much of a good thing is better than none Too much of a good thing is better than none Too much of a good thing is better than none Losing cool, I just need to get a grip Scarface, cause my mind is playing tricks Tried to come through the door, but my ego wouldn't fit Looked me right eye say who fucking with? Oh shii, I almost wrecked Think of Dough think of the best You know these devils Never rest Cause I'm feeling mighty blessed I don't like to hold a grudge I'd much rather hold a check You know they always talking more But they always saying less Such a low down dirty game that we keep in high regards Just to say that we're in charge Just to say we living large All the scars, all the marks Baby, this my favorite part You know I like it, know I like it And that's word to El DeBarge In the middle of the night Baby you know I can feel it And it's coming in the air And it moving through my spirit The bong, I gotta clear it Auto pilot need to steer it Probably need to hear this Probably need to... what? Too much of a good thing is better than none Too much of a good thing is better than none Too much of a good thing is better than none Too much of a good thing is better than none
Writer(s): Devin Parhms Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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