[Verse 1: LANTING]
Doing too much, y’all be doing too much
Mic check 3, 4, y’all be wanting too (1 & 2) much
Lights, camera, cut, miss me with that action
Wanna be on top, not deserve even a fraction
Doing too much, doing too, stop it
Touch me and it’s crazy like u playin with a bop it
Tease me with a snippet all these people be like drop it
This what y’all been waiting for ain’t it, no comment
Class is in session, I’m the teacher and the student
Speaking my own language like god damn I’m fluent
Lonely part is when I’m with them, feel stupid
But when the sample talk to me, feel good through it
I feel like an asshole, I be caring bout me
Just cause my whole life I put others to care free
But now I’m carefree I charge a little fare, see
Get up in the booth and I be voting for my sanity
Speaking through wisdom but truth gon beat me down
And seeking this system to get an answer found
Even when they say not to feel this way
I’ve know that he is already leading me astray
Peace to the sounds and peace to those who follow
Create all the media and wait for them to swallow
Sitting with ourselves thinking when they gonna holla
Feeling real distant with myself, no Apollo
[Verse 2: Max Axè]
They be doing too much
I can't even do stuff
On my own without a chaperone
Father calls it true love
On the other hand, my mother don't be doing enough
To govern others, sisters and brothers running amok
I'm just the focus of the bunch
When I speak my mind I just receive these verbal punches
Yeah, they treat me like I'm nothing
They just cut me off
Now they see what I'm becoming
I find myself screaming to communicate
But at least that's still something
But at least that's still something
[Verse 3: LANTING]
Yea yea
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me
LANTING been a legend in the making
I been granted all that isn’t taking
Chopping up so much with Travis lately
Life been doing good, I cannot blame me
Look at me into the mirror
Tell me just what isn’t clearer
Tell me the root of my fear or die now
Tell me that I’m doing too much, lie down
Tell me that I’m doing great, lie now
Kick push but forget to skate, cry bout
Life will give me lemons but won’t give me balance
Where’s my lemonade, it’s only sour sadness
[Verse 4: bridge of sand.]
I know you love it when I stop talking
I know you love it when I start blocking
The 12 percent and motions to the back
Locking feelings quenching for the task
It took a week to squash it to the last
The red was glistening holding by the raft
Talk to me I'm starving for the past