Bradz on Mic - TOO MUCH Lyrics

Too much
Relax
Your doing too much
Like true say im living deluxe
Try copy the pattern n take out my guts
In ya worst nightmares that's us
Dark skin boys at the back of the bus
Stay calm in the heat im clutch
F*ck boy sus
Been doing too much
No fuss
Burnout the whip tell em eat my dust
Try throwing man under the bus
Woulda bust my head more that concussed
So many links no cuffs
Try throwing it up try test my touch
I know ya tempted to touch
No calling my bluff
Your doing too much

I need a goldie locks
A stay at home shorty to pick up the phone
While im outside patrolling the block
To and fro I been licking them dots
Mind ya biz still celery rock
Penny watching can get man got
Rice at home I got stew in the pot
Cards close to my chest with the keys on lock
Londons a dungeon and its a zoo
We some gorillas what you never knew
Myth like big foot air max shoe
Quick throw back meet your doom
Bando's Gordon
Ramz n food
Whip 1 in to 2 and I feel like Zuu
Gun fingers strike a pose big mood
Serious blud dont get rude

Too much
Relax
Your doing too much
Like true say im living deluxe
Try copy the pattern n take out my guts
In ya worst nightmares that's us
Dark skin boys at the back of the bus
Stay calm in the heat im clutch
F*ck boy sus
Been doing too much
No fuss
Burnout the whip tell em eat my dust
Try throwing man under the bus
Woulda bust my head more that concussed
So many links no cuffs
Try throwing it up try test my touch
I know ya tempted to touch
No calling my bluff
Your doing too much

Very long hair and still I don't care
Step on the stage and I bun it up
Hop scotch or its double dutch
If I shake your hand time to double up
All you hears come out my mouth lets go
Trust me I'm overly ready
Hungry feel it right in my belly
Cos mum won't believe until im on the telly
Feel like the real Lex Luger
We was online way before the computers
Back in my day it was foot or push bike
Nowadays dots in the back of an uber
Im on the phone to the shooter
Plotting and scheming a wicked manoeuvre
Come we go run up the racks lets go
Shoulda thought of this way sooner
Stroking my chin then we onto a million
These days pigs look just like civilians
While out might give Lizzie the one bang
Black eyed peas now I feel like will.i.am
At the top of the hill
Still no sight of Jack nor Jill
Rip that contract split no deal
Guess its back to the trap pop seals

Too much
Relax
Your doing too much
Like true say im living deluxe
Try copy the pattern n take out my guts
In ya worst nightmares that's us
Dark skin boys at the back of the bus
Stay calm in the heat im clutch
F*ck boy sus
Been doing too much
No fuss
Burnout the whip tell em eat my dust
Try throwing man under the bus
Woulda bust my head more that concussed
So many links no cuffs
Try throwing it up try test my touch
I know ya tempted to touch
No calling my bluff
Your doing too much