Lyrics: Bartees Cox Jr
Music: Bartees Cox Jr/Graham Richman
I'm gonna show you, baby, I don't need much
It's like you're too much to hold, it's like you're heaven to touch
Oh, baby, baby
And all these reasons for why I can't be loved
That's why somebody should hold me down to the earth
Oh, baby, baby
It's like you're too much to hold, some days you're heaven to touch
Oh, babe
I know you're angry, baby, I don't mean much
It's like you're too rough to hold, some days you're heaven to touch
Oh, oh
And all these reasons for why you don't need love
I need somebody to hold me down to the earth
Oh, baby, baby, yeah
It's like you're too much to hold, some days you're heaven to touch
Oh, baby, baby
It's like you're too much to hold, some days you're heaven to touch
Oh
My niggas screaming "kill", miss me with the fake ish, I need real
My spot on the hill, I don't think you really have the budget for the build
Now she wanna ride, she ain't got the body, but on baby, bro, she fine
Don't come to the crib or hit my line, we can link up here or we can do this anytime
She work at Negril, take her to Milan to change the feel
Show 'em how a country nigga live
She just love that Strange can swing a Honda on three wheels
Yeah, I put that on the deal, learned from my big brother how to steal
I can hear my momma screaming
"Baby, **** them crackers, get the deal, what you really wanna build?"
I ain't really at it for the crib, I was always at it for the kill
Screaming from the top of my lungs, I'm on Bening Road itching with a drill
I could put the red on 'em still, I just got the call, now it's real
Put that on your bitch, you know she call me every night because she knows a nigga will
Judo chops, EW!
Had to flee the kitchen 'cause I saw them roaches' bills
I don't think you seen me in that section, if I did it, on my momma, I'ma kill
Oh, oh, baby
It's like you're too much to hold, some days you're heaven to touch
Oh, baby
Oh, oh
It's like you're too much to hold, some days you're heaven to touch
Oh, babe