Falside, Amadeus The Stampede, Slaine - Too Much lyrics
[Falside, Amadeus The Stampede, Slaine - Too Much lyrics]
Too hungry to eat, too tired to sleep
Too strong in the fight, the desire I seek
Five lyrics, five breeds
Fire eats, fire burns too bright
And that fire is me
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
My story is told but I don’t fold the scroll
Open the page, my heart’s too broken to save
Too much, I’m too fucked in so many ways
It’s too deep to fathom, too dark to envision
Moved on with the rhythm
Too sharp to imprison
Nights are too long, days are too short
Got rights to prove wrong
I’m blazing Newports
Can’t get my mind right, I’m far too gone
Understand this is my life far too long
But, I’m back too sick and ruthless
Too bad to be good, so used I’m useless like
I think that it’s a warning a
Warning that you are sick, beaten
And ready to go right over the edge give
Up this game and throw it over and
Find a new one while you still can because
You cannot ever – will not ever
– make it in this market you have no
Money and you have had no money for
So long it has seriously affected your mind
It has made hash of your soul
Yeah, too many bitches, too many folds
Way too many trips and
Stumbles and Henny calls
Yeah the night is too young but
My fight is too old
I saw what the law was and
I looked for the loopholes
Ice glare too cold, nightmares are too?
And with every new environment that I’m in
I found a new assignment of violence
A new time and a mind to align with
Till my conglomerate was prominent, dominant
Living it, rhyming it, co-signing it
Intercon in Italy
Love me or hate me but they mention me
It’s essentially meant to be
I guess the fates wrote it
So why would I carry this
Gun if it ain’t loaded?
I guess I’m hotpressed to digest
Not using my tools
Cause my process of progress
Refused to be losed
Lost, I’m not stressed with objects
That couldn’t be caught
So God bless your soul cause
Mine couldn’t be bought
Too strong in the fight, the desire I seek
Five lyrics, five breeds
Fire eats, fire burns too bright
And that fire is me
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold
My story is told but I don’t fold the scroll
Open the page, my heart’s too broken to save
Too much, I’m too fucked in so many ways
It’s too deep to fathom, too dark to envision
Moved on with the rhythm
Too sharp to imprison
Nights are too long, days are too short
Got rights to prove wrong
I’m blazing Newports
Can’t get my mind right, I’m far too gone
Understand this is my life far too long
But, I’m back too sick and ruthless
Too bad to be good, so used I’m useless like
I think that it’s a warning a
Warning that you are sick, beaten
And ready to go right over the edge give
Up this game and throw it over and
Find a new one while you still can because
You cannot ever – will not ever
– make it in this market you have no
Money and you have had no money for
So long it has seriously affected your mind
It has made hash of your soul
Yeah, too many bitches, too many folds
Way too many trips and
Stumbles and Henny calls
Yeah the night is too young but
My fight is too old
I saw what the law was and
I looked for the loopholes
Ice glare too cold, nightmares are too?
And with every new environment that I’m in
I found a new assignment of violence
A new time and a mind to align with
Till my conglomerate was prominent, dominant
Living it, rhyming it, co-signing it
Intercon in Italy
Love me or hate me but they mention me
It’s essentially meant to be
I guess the fates wrote it
So why would I carry this
Gun if it ain’t loaded?
I guess I’m hotpressed to digest
Not using my tools
Cause my process of progress
Refused to be losed
Lost, I’m not stressed with objects
That couldn’t be caught
So God bless your soul cause
Mine couldn’t be bought