Too Many (feat. YungJackee) - Draco

We're that two headed Fire breathing Dragon Beats like this keep my nuts sagging I've been all over like Bilbo Baggins I bent her over had that bitch lagging Cheat codes We keep toe tagging HBO movie life I hate bragging I keep three rolled We smoke wood cabin, ain't you from EO Maybe so who's asking Fell down in the forest No one heard us get up The winded wonderers Beside a fire Bearing a blunt Sky full of lighters Losing mine I Think lent it to ya I need it back I met my match All with some sticks and some shrubs As I walk through the valley In the shadow of life I take my chances At a glances I nosey sometime Like ay girl who's the bitch Who saying something Speak up You Talk today Don't walk away All of you some need Some Jesus Shot clean Keep killing these devils Shit creek We below sea level Ayo, ayo ayo AHH Ayo ayo ayo Ahh Ayo ayo ayo ahhh Ayo ayo ayo ahhhh They some imposters Man I swear they're tripping they be off that Ayahuasca Wet ass noodle mother lovers eating pasta Hit up my foes Met them at the rest spot Boy you make me wanna crack your head and make your neck pop Extra I just read the message Try they best to back me down How dare they try to press mua Kiss and tell It like it is Like Target practice Red dot Smarter mouth My rags ain't rich But i'ma wipe the rest cause there's Too many of us on this side Ayo ayo ayo ahhh Too many of us on this side Ayo ayo ayo ahhh Too many of us on this side Ayo ayo ayo ahhh Too many of us on this side Ayo ayo ayo ahhh Too many high Too many low Too many lie Too many won't Too many of us Too many of us Too many of us Too many of us

Too many parties, and too many pals Will break your heart someday Too many boyfriends, and sociable sals Will drive your sweetheart away Gentlemen of the jury, the judge's speech began The scene was a crowded courtroom And the judge a sterned old man This prisoner here before you is a social enemy A lady of the evening and you know the penalty Her eyes reflect the nightlife Her cheeks, they're red with paint But I knew her mother gentlemen Why, her mother was a saint Now, I know that she's not like her And yet she might have been If it hadn't been for pettin' parties Cigarettes and gin We took the nightlife off the streets And brought into our own homes While girls beat time with lipstick And the streaks of saxophones We opened up the underworld To the ones we loved so well So tell me gentlemen Is it right to send her to a cell? If she drinks while you taught her And if she smokes, you showed her how So gentlemen, do you think it's right to go and condemn her now? And when you're in that jury room Just remember there and then That for every fallen woman Well, there's a hundred fallen men And before you render a verdict On what this girl has done Just remember, there's a man to blame And that man might be your son Now gentlemen, that's my story, my testimony stands This girl is my own daughter, and the case is in your hands Those Broadway roses and prevalent sounds At too many parties and too many pals