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Over It Too Much Information

on... Wanted to know what you're thinkin' Wanted too much information you withhold. Wanted to know what you're thinkin' But there's always too much information

and on... Wanted to know what you're thinkin' Wanted too much information you withhold. Wanted to know what you're thinkin' But there's always too much information

to know you What you like you eat and what you like to do See that's too much information to deal with Play the love game with another 'cause I quit Don't wanna start over

the Mobb bang through your stereo It's heavy metal for the black people, rock 'n' roll But it's hip-hop though, my drug music It's therapeutic to the user, you slam dance to it

its D-E-V to the Z over tired, pale faced like Michael Myers bags underneath my eyes can show the baggage i've acquired and over the time within this

too Them faggots is fuck boys I should rap over the Brinks truck backin' up noise The city's in an uproar over the hustler I got it on lock like up north

I'm the newest and the truest MC on the mic I wrote over 500 songs, pick what you like It ain't easy bein me, by day or night But it's easy bein free

have a light crush Now him jealous now even twice as much (Hear dat) Now di bwoy jealous now even twice as much (Lawd) It's just a minor set backa

like you just don't care It's too much, too much information That's too much? I heard that just the other night You caused a knock down jealous fight Over