2 Much

[Verse 1: Illmaculate]
I try to tell her that, girl I’m going nowhere
Even though I am, but I’m sure there’ll be a phone there
Yeah, it’s so perfect that we’re both here
Given certain things that we learned from on the road here
It’s too much, now she’s heard it with her own ears
Goosebumps on her skin surface from the cold tears
Soaked shirt collar, try to hold her close, console her
Let her know these are things
That we’re supposed to grow from
I ain’t been this close to no one in so long
I know for the moment we’ve chosen to hold on
It'll iron out, can’t bear to see her crying now
Mascara leaking on my account
Listen, babe, I am out, no love lost, but I’m finding out
Give and take is what life’s about
Ain’t concerned with the who, what, why, how
All I know is that this is too much

[Verse 2: Only One]
I try to tell her that, girl I’m going nowhere
They tell me that I am, and I tell them that I don’t care
I been to Hell and back, and now I feel numb
It made me jealous back then and it still does
The truth is too much, and I’m real do or die
Asking, who am I? I used to wish you would die
Let the day we were introduced rewind
Just reverse the day, instead of curse I’ll pray
That you’ll be happy and peaceful
And have a family, but it can’t be with me though
Yeah, we move on, I pray I’m ‘bout to
Get to a number I can’t count to, without you
Remember, someone can kiss you soft like me
Might get you off like me, but it’s not by me
Nah, and I ain’t concerned with the who, what, why, how
All I know is that this is too much

[Verse 3: Illmaculate]
I try to tell her that, girl I’m going nowhere
Even though I am, that’s the purpose of the cold stares
Separation will hurt, but let your cheeks dry
I ain’t caging this bird, now let your wings fly
She already knows, we discussed it
I told her that her man sees beauty and seeks ownership of it
He only wants someone to control like a puppet
That’s not me! Even though I’m no one to judge him
That’s not me! But there’s a problem with that either-or
If you’re real with them, then they miss that even more
It’s a catch-22, kinda funny when I think about her
Now I got a text coming through
If I don’t 'M' you, I don’t pretend to
It’s been eventful, now what’s the next move?
Ain’t concerned with the who, what, why, how
All I know is that this is too much right now