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Too Much! (Melly Mel) Video (MV)




Performed By: The Reason
Language: English
Length: 3:21
Written by: Kameron Cole, Nabeyin, Robert Gill




The Reason - Too Much! (Melly Mel) Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Cole, you stupid)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look

Look, I feel like I think too much
Spillin' my thoughts into these songs, I ink too much
Lost in the tides, try to get out, but I sink too much
Handle that pressure, turn to the liquor, I drink too much
Proud of my black skin, my hair never kinked too much
Know that my girl love me, she take on the world for me
But temptation dancin' in front of me and we link too much
Headed for greatness, but, look, I ain't got the patience
I feel like I'm on the brink too much

Nigga writin' verses while at work hustlin'
Niggas told me I dream too much
Feel I ain't dream enough
I was makin' 80K a year but still broke, I put it all into music
I guess I believed too much
You can't tell me shit, nigga
I wrote down what I lived to become a rich nigga
I bet on me, I will volunteer my life and my wages
Employed all of my homies, so in turn, I was workin' for free
But I saw the vision there, just needed a chance in it
I ain't put me here, my nigga, the fans did it
In L.A. I opened doors for this soulful shit
Nigga's career like oven mitts how I had a hand in it
A storm comin'
Look blindly and bravely, I'm gon' stand in it
Tryna bring change to niggas lost in the hood
You can trap and be a young boy misunderstood
And we wonder why YoungBoy was up to no good, but f*ck it

Look, I feel like I think too much
Spillin' my thoughts into these songs, I ink too much
Lost in the tides, try to get out, but I sink too much
Handle the pressure, I turn to the liquor and drink too much
Proud of my black skin, my hair never kinked too much
Know that my girl love me, she take on the world for me
But temptation dancin' in front of me and we link too much, shit
Feel like a, look, look

I done made this shit homebrew
I done took the street tales, turned that shit soulful
Don't tell me that you proud of me, I did what I'm supposed to, talk
We can't be proud, unless we can bring a Rolls through
How the f*ck I'm proud when my mama need a cane?
Convinced that it ain't shit wrong with her, it's just the pain
Stress, and anxieties, in church talkin' to God like, "Nigga, why You lie to me?"
Told me everything was gon' be fine, and now they cited him
He was at a function with his niggas
Wasn't even on that type of time this time, niggas chillin'
A fight broke out between his cousins, niggas trippin'
One thing led to another, his cousin killed him
He ain't 'bout to speak on what happened, but now he locked
His cousin ain't talkin', so he just sittin' in the box
Just a week ago he had a scholarship to get the f*ck up out of here
Now he sittin', cryin' there
One of the toughest niggas I know, he's so strong
Talked to Auntie Sandra, she put Mel up on the phone
Could tell that he was broken when I asked him how it's goin'
But as Black men we taught to pretend it ain't nothin' wrong
Shit, well, f*ck it
Look, I feel we pretend too much
Lost in this fake persona, gon' be the end of us
Niggas keep killin' niggas, that shit like a trend for us
Give it to you straight, shit, this world never been for us, shit
Look, I feel like I think too much
Pressure keep gettin' to me, I feel like I drink too much
Don't never let 'em tell you you can't do it
That's the f*ckin' problem with our people
Sometimes we don't dream enough, so

Man, shut your bitch ass-up, nigga
March 2022
Ah, hell nah, cuz, hell nah, cuz
Hell nah, cuz
I told you we gotta share that
Every tradition gets passed down
Trauma included
That's the point, wait, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
What's your point
Ten-four make a rich man poor
You still on that same run (yeah)
You on that same little ass-
Well, whhile we talking 'bout it, uh
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Cole, you stupid)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look

Look, I feel like I think too much
Spillin' my thoughts into these songs, I ink too much
Lost in the tides, try to get out, but I sink too much
Handle that pressure, turn to the liquor, I drink too much
Proud of my black skin, my hair never kinked too much
Know that my girl love me, she take on the world for me
But temptation dancin' in front of me and we link too much
Headed for greatness, but, look, I ain't got the patience
I feel like I'm on the brink too much

Nigga writin' verses while at work hustlin'
Niggas told me I dream too much
Feel I ain't dream enough
I was makin' 80K a year but still broke, I put it all into music
I guess I believed too much
You can't tell me shit, nigga
I wrote down what I lived to become a rich nigga
I bet on me, I will volunteer my life and my wages
Employed all of my homies, so in turn, I was workin' for free
But I saw the vision there, just needed a chance in it
I ain't put me here, my nigga, the fans did it
In L.A. I opened doors for this soulful shit
Nigga's career like oven mitts how I had a hand in it
A storm comin'
Look blindly and bravely, I'm gon' stand in it
Tryna bring change to niggas lost in the hood
You can trap and be a young boy misunderstood
And we wonder why YoungBoy was up to no good, but f*ck it

Look, I feel like I think too much
Spillin' my thoughts into these songs, I ink too much
Lost in the tides, try to get out, but I sink too much
Handle the pressure, I turn to the liquor and drink too much
Proud of my black skin, my hair never kinked too much
Know that my girl love me, she take on the world for me
But temptation dancin' in front of me and we link too much, shit
Feel like a, look, look

I done made this shit homebrew
I done took the street tales, turned that shit soulful
Don't tell me that you proud of me, I did what I'm supposed to, talk
We can't be proud, unless we can bring a Rolls through
How the f*ck I'm proud when my mama need a cane?
Convinced that it ain't shit wrong with her, it's just the pain
Stress, and anxieties, in church talkin' to God like, "Nigga, why You lie to me?"
Told me everything was gon' be fine, and now they cited him
He was at a function with his niggas
Wasn't even on that type of time this time, niggas chillin'
A fight broke out between his cousins, niggas trippin'
One thing led to another, his cousin killed him
He ain't 'bout to speak on what happened, but now he locked
His cousin ain't talkin', so he just sittin' in the box
Just a week ago he had a scholarship to get the f*ck up out of here
Now he sittin', cryin' there
One of the toughest niggas I know, he's so strong
Talked to Auntie Sandra, she put Mel up on the phone
Could tell that he was broken when I asked him how it's goin'
But as Black men we taught to pretend it ain't nothin' wrong
Shit, well, f*ck it
Look, I feel we pretend too much
Lost in this fake persona, gon' be the end of us
Niggas keep killin' niggas, that shit like a trend for us
Give it to you straight, shit, this world never been for us, shit
Look, I feel like I think too much
Pressure keep gettin' to me, I feel like I drink too much
Don't never let 'em tell you you can't do it
That's the f*ckin' problem with our people
Sometimes we don't dream enough, so

Man, shut your bitch ass-up, nigga
March 2022
Ah, hell nah, cuz, hell nah, cuz
Hell nah, cuz
I told you we gotta share that
Every tradition gets passed down
Trauma included
That's the point, wait, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
What's your point
Ten-four make a rich man poor
You still on that same run (yeah)
You on that same little ass-
Well, whhile we talking 'bout it, uh
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Writer: Kameron Cole, Nabeyin, Robert Gill
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC

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