Sims - Too much feat. p.o.s lyrics

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Sims - Too much feat. p.o.s lyrics

I've seen, I've read, I've hoped too much I've been, I've owed, I've loaned too much I've seen, I've been I know the roads like the back of my hands, SOS I woke up late again, walked down to the bus stop slumping Last night rained buckshot and I barely made it in Thinking to myself I can never find space Then the bus came late but I left my change, damn Left foot, right foot then Looks like I'm walking, too much Too many folk, too many high, too many low City breathing down your neck Then it grabs your throat and it won't let go But I know this road won't ever let you be Then I saw his heap, is he dead or asleep? Tourniquet tied right around his bicep Tighter than a vice-grip squeeze his sleeve Teeth held the cap of the hypodermic needle Arm leg a leg a arm head lay feeble Tar make a man look dead like beetle But he's high like an eagle when he asks for change Anything I give him out the venom in his vein Send him into heaven courtesy St. James And well, that ain't my name I've seen, I've read, I've hoped too much I've been, I've owed, I've loaned too much I've seen, I've been I know the roads like the back of my hands, SOS Don't hit the snooze ever I'm like 47 deep and that's not even decent sleep I'm dreaming bout robotic sheep, I'm later than that Whatever type of late you think you is, show your references Androids like you got a whole lot lot of messages Yeah yeah yeah this is what I slept in Up and out coffee in the mouth jetting Catching up pedal to the floor texting Metal up expressing sections Pressing hexes learning no lesson Flexing like every intersection, wait Oh my god I almost hit him with a car Little kid ran quick to the middle I was fixed in the middle of a text maybe Fiddling with knobs God, what are the odds I could of ... Pulled to the curb, head to the wheel Sweating artillery, don't pack steel Look up to a situation similar to opening an Invitation asking you to die Dad's like die, Mom's like die I'm like fine little boys like crying Step out to a fist in the eye Took it like a champ didn't even ask why Didn't even flex, didn't even ask twice He didn't put together that I wasn't trying to fight I said please accept my apology, I'll just leave Here responsibly I'm glad your boy's okay I've seen, I've read, I've hoped too much I've been, I've owed, I've loaned too much I've seen, I've been I know the roads like the back of my hands, SOS