2 Much 2 Fast (Album Version) Lyrics

Yo I don't what the fuck happened man

I swear we was just

I looked up and all of the sudden

It was just, damn

Too much Too fast, one foot the gas

Too much Too fast, I'm doing the dash

Too much Too fast, leave it all in the past

Too much Too fast, tryna make it last

Too much Too, Too much Too fast

Too much Too, Too much Too fast

One foot on the gas

I'm doing the dash

Leave it all in the past

Tryna make it last

Too much Too fast

I want the money milk and honey

Want the pressure and the smoke

Nothing funny when you bummy

Being broke it ain't no joke

Dummy try to take it from me

And you know it ain't no hope

Like a fiend without his dope

Tryna find a way to cope

To rare try to breathe the same air

And probably choke

Too scared when the shit gets thick

They tell the folks

All the drama marinating in the karma

Let it soak

Tryna get the whole farm

For my mom, before we go

I just know I gotta go

I ain't got no time for slow

Tryna front on

A. Phalos, stunting nothing

But your growth

I can feel it getting close

You too quick in your approach

Bitches tryna do the most

Disappear I'm getting ghost

Too much Too fast, one foot the gas

Too much Too fast, I'm doing the dash

Too much Too fast, leave it all in the past

Too much Too fast, tryna make it last

Too much Too, Too much Too fast

Too much Too, Too much Too fast

One foot on the gas

I'm doing the dash

Leave it all in the past

Tryna make it last

Too much Too fast

Dear Miss

Or is it Missus now

No, I was not the type

To ever write a vow

How, holy matrimony seemed phony

Seeing momma been lonely

And my pop

He don't know me

Can't lie when I met you

I had plans to forget you

Going through some joy and pain

It made it harder to neglect you

Pretty soon things changed

All of a sudden now you're special

Dilate my blood vessels

Like a hit to the vein

The strongest drug known to tame

Many beasts from its beauty

No man truly can refrain

Less it already drove him insane

I seen it all before, it's all one in the same

That's why I can't

Get married to this game

It's Too much Too fast

Too much Too fast, one foot the gas

Too much Too fast, I'm doing the dash

Too much Too fast, leave it all in the past

Too much Too fast, tryna make it last

Too much Too, Too much Too fast

Too much Too, Too much Too fast

One foot on the gas

I'm doing the dash

Leave it all in the past

Tryna make it last

Too much Too fast

We was just project babies

Growing up

All we knew is what we saw

In front of us

Was only five the first time

I seen a nigga get shot

Bone sticking out his leg

Asking someone hide his rocks

Before the cops came

Momma didn't want us outside

But she at work, double time

Taking pride to provide

So we was nigga knocking on your door

Take off in stride

But neighborhood games aside

We learned to fight to survive

It's always someone on the other side

That's ready to slide

Cuz they ain't got shit

Keep a stick, to keep what's mine

And the hardest part is keeping your mind

The hardest part is keeping your mind