Too Much On My Mind lyrics

[Chorus]
I got too much on my mind, too much on my mind (Mind)
(MC, make another hit)
I got too much on my mind, too much on my mind (Let's go, mind)
(Project, Project, X, X, X)
I know deep down, right inside, you cannot be mine (Inside)
I got too much on my mind, too much on my mind (Let's go, Let's go)
I got too much on my soul, too much on my mind (Let's go, Let's go)
I'm just tryna get behind, tryna get behind (Behind)
I'm first place, can't be behind, I can't be behind (That one, two, three)

[Verse]
I rock Phillip Lim my clothes, I can't do no Plein (No Plein)
Man, I got tired of the tryin', got tired of the cryin' (The tryin')
If you weren't already signed, I would probably sign (No lie)
With you, to you
I don't know why I'm stuck like glue (Like glue)
But deep down, I'm not scared to losе you, I mean it (Woah)
These b*tchеs, they cheat, yeah, I seen it (I seen it, for real)
These b*tches, they cheat, yeah, leave it (Me too, f*ck it)
Just like oxygen, she breathe it
Just like oxygen, she breathe it
These b*tches nasty, they lips Abreva (Ew)
What, what, huh?
Huh, yeah
Huh, yeah (Whoa)
Huh, yeah
Huh, phew
Huh, yeah
What? Yeah
Huh, di*khead
b*tch, sliding around in a coupe
Sliding around in your brand new boo, yeah
That's my old b*tch, she ain't new
Yeah, huh, all of these hoes, yeah they choose
Lil Uzi Vert, yeah, my pockets
I f*ck with red, but they blue, what, huh (Get it)
I f*ck with red, but they blue (Get it)
I don't even f*ck with these b*tches
All of these b*tches, they choose, yeah, huh (Sometimes)
All of these b*tches want money (Let's go)
All of these b*tches can't get it from me (Uh-uh)
All of these b*tches get humpty (What, what?)
All of these b*tches get humpty
These b*tches think I'm a dummy
Suck on my di*k 'til it's gummy
What, what? (Let's go)
I put that di*k in her tummy, yeah
I cannot bust in a b*tch, I don't not want her mommy
Wrap it up just like a mummy, what?
Look at my boxers, Versace, said no, they ain't Tommy
Opps not wearin' that Versace (At all)
Balenciaga my body, uh
n*ggas, they mad, huh, yeah
Pull up right there with the phew, what, huh?
Pull up right there with the money machine
Bad b*tch wanna f*ck with me, uh
'Cause she know I am so fresh, so clean
But I'm not Andre Three-Stacks
I done pulled up with three stacks (Three stacks)
I done got high off the G6 (G6)
Ecstasy, b*tch, I'm on three flats (Three flats)
Why that b*tch wanna f*ck with me?
Drive around in my whip, yeah, it got three flats (Three flats)
That's because I got my n*ggas in there
I got my f*ckin, um, ooters in there
What's a ooter?
That is my shooters in there
Yeah, and I got a cougar in there (MC, make another hit)
Yeah, and she is a mover (Project, Project, X, X, X)
And you are a goofy goober, uh
I got the guap on me, yeah
Cheese, huh, knots, yeah, fettuccine
It's always somebody with me that's right from my block
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
I swear to God, it get hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot
Turn on A.C., 'cause it's hot
[Chorus]
I got too much on my mind, too much on my mind
I got too much on my mind, too much on my mind
I know deep down, right inside, you cannot be mine
I got too much on my mind, too much on my mind
I got too much on my soul, too much on my mind
I'm just tryna get behind, tryna get behind
I'm first place, can't be behind, I can't be behind