Songtexte:
Over It 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

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

over the Brinks truck backin' up noise The city's in an uproar over the hustler I got it on lock like up north but much more These rap niggas sayin' that

Together, you better, cause pretty soon it's gonna be too late A message from King Tee The Great [Body & Soul] Sisters, since we are the mothers of this earth It

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