CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Way Too Much
Tell me that you need me in your life, one more time
Go on, look me in my eyes
Tell me lies, make me feel good
Make me feel better bout myself
Make me feel better bout myself
It's been a long time
I was f**king with that b*t*h up at the wrong time
Now I’m caught up
It's been a long time
I was f**king with that b*t*h up at the wrong time
Now I'm f**ked up
Ooo
But the road got the hoes going sick, yeah
To tell the truth if I was you, I wouldn’t trip
But then again boy you ain't me so you ain't sh*t
It feel like me against the world that's why I keep one on my hip
Okay, its way too much, going on
Going on, going on
It's way too much, going on, going on, its way
Yeah, Look, tell me that I'm never gonna make it
Tell me that I'm far from being famous
Tell me that you're worried and you’re anxious
Tell me that I’m running out of time
Your mind denies the grind and doubts the patience
Tell me that you hate me, matter fact just lie to me and tell me that you..
I had my back against the wall
Fought against the odds
Took a chance and left the city, they came back and now we on
It took me to lose it all, to notice that I had it all
To notice that I had it all
Aye, and I went back to the bank
I'll be damned if my whole life I’m making minimum wage
Just hit my jack, I'll be right back
I've been O-T for some days
Don't even trip, I’ll book a trip, and take you back where you stay
Girl hit my cell phone, you know we both grown
I made a hit song, make it your ringtone
I made a hit song, make it your ringtone
I hardly sleep, I barely speak
It's been some weeks, I had to cheat
It's been a long time
I was f**king with that b*t*h up at the wrong time
Now I'm caught up
It's been a long time
I was f**king with that b*t*h up at the wrong time, (I was f**king with that b*t*h)
Now I'm f**ked up
But the road got the hoes going sick (going sick)
To tell the truth if I was you, I wouldn't trip
But then again boy you ain't me so you ain't sh*t (you ain't sh*t)
It feel like me against the world that's why I keep one on my hip (that's why I keep one on my motherf**king hip)
Okay, its way too much, going on
Going on, going on
It's way too much, going on, going on
Tell me that you need me in your life, one more time
Go on, look me in my eyes
Tell me lies, make me feel good
Make me feel better bout myself
Make me feel better bout myself
Go on, look me in my eyes
Tell me lies, make me feel good
Make me feel better bout myself
Make me feel better bout myself
It's been a long time
I was f**king with that b*t*h up at the wrong time
Now I’m caught up
It's been a long time
I was f**king with that b*t*h up at the wrong time
Now I'm f**ked up
Ooo
But the road got the hoes going sick, yeah
To tell the truth if I was you, I wouldn’t trip
But then again boy you ain't me so you ain't sh*t
It feel like me against the world that's why I keep one on my hip
Okay, its way too much, going on
Going on, going on
It's way too much, going on, going on, its way
Yeah, Look, tell me that I'm never gonna make it
Tell me that I'm far from being famous
Tell me that you're worried and you’re anxious
Tell me that I’m running out of time
Your mind denies the grind and doubts the patience
Tell me that you hate me, matter fact just lie to me and tell me that you..
I had my back against the wall
Fought against the odds
Took a chance and left the city, they came back and now we on
It took me to lose it all, to notice that I had it all
To notice that I had it all
Aye, and I went back to the bank
I'll be damned if my whole life I’m making minimum wage
Just hit my jack, I'll be right back
I've been O-T for some days
Don't even trip, I’ll book a trip, and take you back where you stay
Girl hit my cell phone, you know we both grown
I made a hit song, make it your ringtone
I made a hit song, make it your ringtone
I hardly sleep, I barely speak
It's been some weeks, I had to cheat
It's been a long time
I was f**king with that b*t*h up at the wrong time
Now I'm caught up
It's been a long time
I was f**king with that b*t*h up at the wrong time, (I was f**king with that b*t*h)
Now I'm f**ked up
But the road got the hoes going sick (going sick)
To tell the truth if I was you, I wouldn't trip
But then again boy you ain't me so you ain't sh*t (you ain't sh*t)
It feel like me against the world that's why I keep one on my hip (that's why I keep one on my motherf**king hip)
Okay, its way too much, going on
Going on, going on
It's way too much, going on, going on
Tell me that you need me in your life, one more time
Go on, look me in my eyes
Tell me lies, make me feel good
Make me feel better bout myself
Make me feel better bout myself
