too much to zelle

Mavi

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    Yeah, uh, uh
    Yeah, uh
    I'm back in my boogie, I'm out of the cleaners
    Uh, uh, uh
    Yeah
    Yeah

    I'm back in my boogie, I'm out of the cleaners
    She tell me I'm mean when I get in my jam
    Mama asked me when I leave, did I tuck in the beam?
    'Cause she see that I am what I am
    She the one who told me: Don't get blammed by a fan
    Toured the whole crème de la crème off of scams
    Everything clicked 'fore we slid in the end
    We backdoored that nigga, he played with my fam'
    Smooth hundred racks 'cause I stand on respect
    Stamped in my section from standing on necks
    Stood on my square, understand why she left
    But it's all circumstantial, don't have no regrets
    It's a matter of time, got a mind to remind her
    But mind over matter, a lastin' impression
    Was the last thing I had in possession
    I lacked where I slept and she snatchin' up everything
    Called by my dad, we was baggin' up Mary Jane
    Snatching grabs out of that cheddar, mane
    I'm a lover and not much a fighter
    But I made my right hand the one for my wedding ring
    Built us a ladder and staff ain't accept the claim
    We was that, we was stashing the treasure
    Same day I crashed, I was mad 'bout my schedule
    Can't make a scratch or a crack in my resume
    Trekking Howard as a freshman, sellin' lessons on finessing shit
    Just aiming where my debt had risen, made near-death look effortless
    I sank fear in the depths again, ain't hear all the jealous whispers
    To change gears was my best decision, I think feelings my definition

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    But it's too much to tell
    Checkin' the mail, it's too much to Zelle
    Till they get touched, niggas tough as hell
    They wasn't in love with my other self
    Took all I could muster to mutter help
    I turned how they stung me to something else
    Only tote guns for my brother health
    Don't know what I'd become if you wasn't there
    But it's too much to tell
    Checkin' the mail, it's too much to Zelle
    Till they get touched, niggas tough as hell
    They wasn't in love with my other self
    Took all I could muster to mutter help
    I turned how they stung me to something else
    Only tote guns for my brother health
    Don't know what I'd become if you wasn't there

    But, uh

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