back again Leavin' without her Is too much to bear But when we're together Too much nothin' to share But too much love I've never seen Too much love I
beef when we meet then I'm spaying shit up Prraat prraat.I ain't saying too much and that's that Cause that cat you embracing with love Might clap that
I wish that I could sing another song but my rhythm is too much pain sunshine is the level that I think I'm own so tell me why it's so much rain day to
line, and my sanity's gone You picked a fine time to leave me, now this house ain't a home I had no problem being faithful, I loved you so much I hate
You love me let me hear you say you love me Oh now you don't wanna say it cause everybody listening Ahh you full of shit man It's cool it's cool You love me later You love
bout commitment, Its like paul Mc Cartney stuck in my head, Fell in love with a b-tch walked away with one leg, She aint even have to run to get away with the bread
is watchin') We makin plenty bread and we reppin' our hood (Streets is watchin') [Verse 3: Bun B] What can I say about these streets that I be walkin'? Not too much
least I realise now how much I loved Ashlee Marie And when it's all said and done I'd probably give her my knee Cause she put up with too many games
revenge is mine But he drinks, and drinks can be fixed Sing me one more song, about ya love me to the moon and the stranger And your fall by the sword love
You harbor resentment You know there ain't too much of a thrill You wish for contentment But you got an emptiness that can't be filled You've had enough
to much Somebody that you can just talk to And a little of that human touch Baby in a world without pity Do you think what I?m askin?s too much ? I just
much Somebody that you can just talk to And a little of that human touch Baby in a world without pity Do you think what I?m askin?s too much ?
be an addicted diabetic Living off liquid Triametic Pathetic, but I don't think this headache's ever vanishing Panicing, I think I might have just took too much
t stick to dude he's teflon I'm too sexy for jail like I'm Right Said Fred I'm not guilty, now GIMME back my bread Mr. District Attorney I'm not sure
share, servin' you a dish I lead you to the water, show you how to fish Ain't nothin' wrong makin' that bread wid'it But don't let the bread get to ya
