Much - Busdriver

Um, who the fuck are you talkin' about if you ain’t talkin' about us?

I go so deep, you know we don’t sleep and I been awake for months

Going too dumb is our rule of thumb so, who is such and such?

My homies doing too much

Suit up, boot up, you what

You know we doing too much

You know we doing too much

You know we doing too much

Now you know all about us

We doing too much, now you know how to go like this

Imagine, the day you win, they gonna say you way too lit and exchange it quick

Recall the awkward dude who I once was

They stretch that swagger into metadata in the rumor mill

Now you got your syndicated show and your movie deal

But ladies say your music kill, but you can’t pass no background check

And you may have a boarding pass to hop up on that outbound jet

But you’re doing too much

Let me show you how to

With a little artful solo we can all play Marco Polo

With the creation myth, the bits between your ears ain’t jailbroken

You may be doing way too much when executives say you suck

In the deal memo, in short hand, while the tour van got the tail smoking

The propagandists hate all this literary zest, and, my itinerary’s in French

Because my past commentaries, that shit’s incendiary at best

And you was each and every sense

And I’m the reason why you walking out

The only thing you talk about

Um, who the fuck are you talkin' about if you ain’t talkin' about us?

I go so deep, you know we don’t sleep and I been awake for months

Going too dumb is our rule of thumb so, who is such and such?

My homies doing too much

Suit up, boot up, you what

You know we doing too much

You know we doing too much

You know we doing too much

Now you know all about us

We doing too much, now you know how to go like this

And now you on the honor roll on the roll so you bricking jumpers

The unemployed black astronauts are out there stripping Hummers

But it ain’t no big bummer, Barbara’s the actress and mixing colors

But it’s not like I grow weed to turn up all my Biofeed

I’m a wild steed

And I’m just doing all of my favorite stuff

And I’m doing too much

I may dislocate my rotator cuff

And I’m doing too much

I’m probably gonna get these Gators scuffed

I can rap so pimp, tax exempt

Whoa

Me branching out is tantamount to an overflow, I played electric blues in dress

shoes on the corner store, so spread the news

Checking some coffee brand I end up getting body scanned

On the way into Nottingham, they’ve criminalized my negritude

I’m just doing all of my favorite stuff

And I’m doing too much

I may dislocate my rotator cuff

And I’m doing too much

I’m just doing all of my favorite stuff, yeah

Um, who the fuck are you talkin' about if you ain’t talkin' about us?

I go so deep, you know we don’t sleep and I been awake for months

Going too dumb is our rule of thumb so, who is such and such?

My homies doing too much

Suit up, boot up, you what

You know we doing too much