too much to zelle - MAVI.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Omavi Minder/Matthew Moleta/Grant LaPointe
[00:00.248] 作曲 : Omavi Minder/Matthew Moleta/Grant LaPointe
[00:00.496][Intro]
[00:01.304]Yeah, uh, uh
[00:05.965]Yeah, uh
[00:06.997]I'm back in my boogie, I'm out of the cleaners
[00:08.810]Uh, uh, uh
[00:10.988]Yeah
[00:12.738]Yeah
[00:13.945]
[00:14.145][Verse]
[00:14.316]I'm back in my boogie, I'm out of the cleaners
[00:16.180]She tell me I'm mean when I get in my jam
[00:18.110]Mama asked me when I leave, did I tuck in the beam?
[00:20.365]'Cause she see that I am what I am
[00:21.910]She the one who told me, "Don't get blammed by a fan"
[00:23.668]Toured the whole crème de la crème off of scams
[00:25.661]Everything clicked 'fore we slid in the end
[00:27.628]We backdoored that nigga, he played with my fam'
[00:29.401]Smooth hundred racks 'cause I stand on respect
[00:31.412]Stamped in my section from standing on necks
[00:33.222]Stood on my square, understand why she left
[00:35.097]But it's all circumstantial, don't have no regrets
[00:36.955]It's a matter of time, got a mind to remind her
[00:39.222]But mind over matter, a lastin' impression
[00:40.864]Was the last thing I had in possession
[00:42.745]I lacked where I slept and she snatchin' up everything
[00:45.014]Called by my dad, we was baggin' up Mary Jane
[00:46.640]Snatching grabs out of that cheddar, mane
[00:48.831]I'm a lover and not much a fighter
[00:50.408]But I made my right hand the one for my wedding ring
[00:52.306]Built us a ladder and staff ain't accept the claim
[00:54.069]We was that, we was stashing the treasure
[00:56.022]Same day I crashed, I was mad 'bout my schedule
[00:57.795]Can't make a scratch or a crack in my resume
[00:59.756]Trekking Howard as a freshman, sellin' lessons on finessing shit
[01:03.863]Just aiming where my debt had risen, made near-death look effortless
[01:07.792]I sank fear in the depths again, ain't hear all the jealous whispers
[01:11.629]To change gears was my best decision, I think feelings my definition
[01:14.241]
[01:14.601][Chorus]
[01:15.177]But it's too much to tell
[01:16.854]Checkin' the mail, it's too much to Zelle
[01:18.581]'Til they get touched, niggas tough as hell
[01:20.432]They wasn't in love with my other self
[01:22.276]Took all I could muster to mutter help
[01:24.552]I turned how they stung me to something else
[01:26.083]Only tote guns for my brother health
[01:27.875]Don't know what I'd become if you wasn't there
[01:29.758]But it's too much to tell
[01:31.774]Checkin' the mail, it's too much to Zelle
[01:33.722]'Til they get touched, niggas tough as hell
[01:35.567]They wasn't in love with my other self
[01:37.462]Took all I could muster to mutter help
[01:39.282]I turned how they stung me to something else
[01:41.217]Only tote guns for my brother health
[01:43.157]Don't know what I'd become if you wasn't there
[01:43.736]
[01:43.957][Outro]
[01:44.124]But, uh

文本歌词

作词 : Omavi Minder/Matthew Moleta/Grant LaPointe
作曲 : Omavi Minder/Matthew Moleta/Grant LaPointe
Yeah, uh, uh
Yeah, uh
I'm back in my boogie, I'm out of the cleaners
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah
Yeah

I'm back in my boogie, I'm out of the cleaners
She tell me I'm mean when I get in my jam
Mama asked me when I leave, did I tuck in the beam?
'Cause she see that I am what I am
She the one who told me, "Don't get blammed by a fan"
Toured the whole crème de la crème off of scams
Everything clicked 'fore we slid in the end
We backdoored that nigga, he played with my fam'
Smooth hundred racks 'cause I stand on respect
Stamped in my section from standing on necks
Stood on my square, understand why she left
But it's all circumstantial, don't have no regrets
It's a matter of time, got a mind to remind her
But mind over matter, a lastin' impression
Was the last thing I had in possession
I lacked where I slept and she snatchin' up everything
Called by my dad, we was baggin' up Mary Jane
Snatching grabs out of that cheddar, mane
I'm a lover and not much a fighter
But I made my right hand the one for my wedding ring
Built us a ladder and staff ain't accept the claim
We was that, we was stashing the treasure
Same day I crashed, I was mad 'bout my schedule
Can't make a scratch or a crack in my resume
Trekking Howard as a freshman, sellin' lessons on finessing shit
Just aiming where my debt had risen, made near-death look effortless
I sank fear in the depths again, ain't hear all the jealous whispers
To change gears was my best decision, I think feelings my definition

But it's too much to tell
Checkin' the mail, it's too much to Zelle
'Til they get touched, niggas tough as hell
They wasn't in love with my other self
Took all I could muster to mutter help
I turned how they stung me to something else
Only tote guns for my brother health
Don't know what I'd become if you wasn't there
But it's too much to tell
Checkin' the mail, it's too much to Zelle
'Til they get touched, niggas tough as hell
They wasn't in love with my other self
Took all I could muster to mutter help
I turned how they stung me to something else
Only tote guns for my brother health
Don't know what I'd become if you wasn't there

But, uh