Too Many

[Intro: BoriRock]
Yo it’s Teflon muhfuckin’ Hoot bitch
Let’s fuckin’ get it Con-air, like yeo!

[Chorus: Connis]
One too many days in a daze
Can’t feel my face

[Verse 1: Connis]
Aw, fuck, shit I don’t got nothin’ left
I gave it everything I had — my worst and my best
I tried to feed the whole kingdom now my shirt’s a mess
I thought I could be the one to fix it all but it ain’t perfect yet
It’s not worth a sweat
But what I look like working a 9 to 5 job wearing a fuckin’ vest?
They try to steal your time and overwrite the rest
It ain’t money on my mind I got time on my mind
(I got) Problems with some people it get funny on this side
(I got) Pеople who don’t ride with no ID that’s down to ride
All-black-Nikе-Tech-no-Adidas-down-to-ride
Like what you mean you surprised?
They don’t need no disguise
Driving ‘round inside that rental put codeine in the Sprite

[Chorus: Connis]
One too many days in a daze
Can’t feel my face

[Bridge: Connis]
And I don’t know if I can go much longer
If I don’t make it give my money to my mom dukes
And tell the kids I’m not the one to look up to
That every obstacle in sight is getting run through
I’m boutta hit that lil’ oh with the 1 2
1, 2, 1, 2

[Chorus: Connis]
One too many days in a daze
Can’t feel my face

[Verse 2: Radamiz]
No chasing PYT’s, my fleets some POC’s and CEO’s
I do it for my city even when my city don’t know it
Can’t let ‘em semi colon the culture, incredulous culprits
Pirelli’s and piranhas, the fishy business will not sneak in these waters
The reaper is dormant, police are the tourists, CD’s for your torrents
Belief in the choir, belief in the chorus, belief in the warnings
Dreamless endorphins I leave to dusk dwellers
Hunch getter, love spreader, bank tellers thank tellers
Thanks giver woah, lint roller the snakeskin trousers
Kava tea to calm the twin tour trauma and limit to power
Lost so many days praying in the shower
More shipments to Ryan Payan & Sebi Labarca
My spit’s a good flip like Bubba Gump Shrimp
99.9% of my plans are legit as Kaytranada’s
Dark cloud tolerance, iCloud scholarships
I ran like Ayatolah right to where the honest dollar is
I feel speed on my clock, referees paid to botch
I was young thinking all I really needed was the props
Fly steelo, exquisite garments make eyes peel
5 P.O’s, we state to state for prime meals, shine griot
From a mass of land 50% Creole
I time seal, I fight for mio, I fight for Rio
I fight for real, you fight for reels then cartridge dump
Hot as August blunts in Woorich puffers cause God in us
Fuck the squad you run with, where’s the squad you trust, dawg?