Way Too Much ft. Xomal Lyrics

Mally, look

Uh, look

All in my head man I wanna be boo'ed up

I've been thinking about shorty way too much

Writing a song man I'm all in my feelings

Ain't really nobody I got to be venting okay

Really don't care about no school

Give it up quick I don't care about the rules no more

Moving to the big things

Man I know that I'm ready it's time to get turnt

Hold on

I've been waiting too long I'ma need me a watch to keep track of time

Always making a song it's no time for success

I'm a rap but just knowing I'm next line

Niggas be flexing they frontin'

They really don't got it

They wanna show out for that girl in mine

Not going lie I'm a victim

But that's how I know thought I had to be better to make you mine

Invest in myself man I know I can make it out

While they chatting I'm walking that paper route

Thought I was done with this music was losing all hope

I was feeling so down had to straighten out

Screaming my name on the phone

She all in feelings not liking how music is over her

Sorry but baby my life is important

Can you be supportive I'm just trying to make it out

Like drake said man I got a career that take my time away from women

I ain't trying to be blunt

But I gotta be honest I got no time for shorty tripping

Really got too much that's going

I don't want no drama just trying to find some peace in my life

I'm rapping my thoughts I've been telling y'all this my therapy

Not just rapping for the high life

You really think I do the drugs cause I like it?

The bad shit went to my head

It's easy smoke a blunt and don't fight it

One day I'll be king

All of these nugs let me be clear

There's not a man that I fear

When my granny died I dropped a tear

I've been grinding hard this my year

I can't feel like success is near

You hear me

I want you to hear me clearly

All the niggas that doubted me

They ain't with me

Running all these checks up

Don't you talk to me run them bands up

Mama told me run my bands up

All them nights with dirty Fanta

People be fake just like Santa

Maybe take a trip to Atlanta

Maybe make a song with Tana

Mama told me use my manners

Can't trust him I carry a blammer

Gotta be careful in front of the cameras

Mally DaDon he got you an answer

All in my head man I wanna be boo'ed up

I've been thinking about shorty way too much

Writing a song man I'm all in my feelings

Ain't really nobody I got to be venting okay

Really don't care about no school

Give it up quick I don't care about the rules no more

Moving to the big things

Man I know that I'm ready it's time to get turned

Hold on

I've been waiting too long I'ma need me a watch to keep track of time

Always making a song it's no time on success

I'm a rap but just knowing I'm next line

Niggas be flexing they frontin'

They really don't got it

They wanna show out for that girl in mine

Not going lie I'm a victim

But that's how I know thought I had to be better to make you mine