Doing Too Much

Every fucking time nigga
Every mother fucking time nigga
Got me over here
Got me fucking stressed out
Can't even enjoy my fucking
Can't even enjoy my fucking Jameson
Got me hot man

Look look
Uh huh
Look

Turn over new leaves
Shorty stopped caring I mean as soon as the news leaves
I need me a breath of fresh air like a new breeze
You would never know the happiness that these nudes bring
Had me on the ropes like we fighting in square rings
She blaze things, toast this Jameson to her mood swings
All that you say stings
Drinking take a little off the edge
I was hanging off the bed
Know I ain't too proud to beg

Doing too much, doing too much
Doing too much, doing too much
Doing too much, doing too much
Doing too much, doing too much
Doing too much, doing too much
Doing too much, doing too much

New hoes it don't hit right
Bring her to the homies and they asking you hit right
Phone on don't disturb it ain't much but a missed flight
Red dress was smoking chalk it up to a lit night
Woke up to a bunch of used condoms, late night problems
Walk around naked, love she ain't modest
Devil out her dress and I'm only being honest
No reason Heaven wouldn't want her to me she such a goddess

Uh huh
Talk to 'em

Doing too much, doing too much
Doing too much, doing too much
Doing too much, doing too much
Doing too much, doing too much
Doing too much, doing too much
Doing too much, doing too much