too much to zelle
by MAVI
From the album: Shadowbox
Track 12 of 14 on Shadowbox (2024).
Duration: 2:01
Lyrics for too much to zelle
Yeah, 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 ask 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 cr猫me de la cr猫me off of scams Everything clicked 'fore we slid in the a.m 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 Caught by my dad, we was baggin' up Mary Jane Snatch and grabs out of that jetta, 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, a staff, and a scepter Claimed 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 fearless my definition But it's too much to tell Checkin' the mail; it's too much to Zelle 'Til 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 he wasn't there But it's too much to tell Checkin' the mail; it's too much to Zelle 'Til 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 he wasn't there But, uh