Cage - Too Much Lyrics
Blue collar to corporate blessed the unfortunateLike when I put my foot down that ***** still aborted itStuck the canister under my jacket like the lucky one'Uh, sir you can't leave with that,' ***** this my *****ing son!Put with the gun crammed in the gloveboxWith 151 drum bottles, I don't drink, they gettin' flungWith lit rags in it, kill 10 step-dads a minuteStill won't be a star till the label as a gimmickEven if I limit timid com-mi-tive cynicsEach one famous suicide at gunpoint to mimicYou too can be a mock-celeb or the last there isOr be ghost like money that played Casper in kidsI put a sick twist every other frame design soYou see AIDS victims selling pretzels at a slideshowWith a nine shown I brand and skin 'emRun out of punchlines when you kids stop standin' in 'em[Chorus]Yo Chris I think they think you know too muchYeah Sis I think you put coke up your nose too muchThey cut my hands off so I couldn't hold too muchThey try to kill me through my dick with these hoes too muchYou stack dough too muchYou smack hoes too muchWell you can blame it on the mint leaves I roll too muchThey cut my hands off so I couldn't hold too muchDon't stand off, bullet holes show too muchThey see weed on dust with an ounce a poundIs like jumping out of building grabbing napkins on the way downMy impant I scarred, I'm anti-starThough I shine like one buried underground with yallAnd I tried to learn good just wasn't concerned, shouldI really be on my sixth bottle of wormwoodMy skin is burnin' blisternin' aloe owDragged this big fat ***** in to see Shallow HalI drink Jack puff black in Orange CountyBought a gun
