Music: Jackson Bergsma
Too much time outside
I'm getting sunburnt and
There's red all in my eyes
That's when it starts to hurt
Let me know if I get outta line
I'm scared of the dark so I might as well
I know I do this all the time
Am I flying too close to the sun?
It's too much
It's too much
It's too much
Baby the two of us
It's too much
It's too much
It's too much
Baby the two of us
I wrote a stanza last Saturday about a girl I never met
I lost the lyrics in the creases of my serviette
Playing marco polo with the girl of my dreams
Swear to god she had a body like a dirty maga- f*** that
I'm painting Mona Lisa with the strokes of my pen
Know for sure I'm gonna meet her but I'm tryna know when
Cos everybody 'round me got a f****** girlfriend
Guess that I'll be lonely til the (era, era) world ends, f***
Next to me
Why you not texting me
Are you upset with me
You look so good in that dress
Meant to say
Needed you yesterday
One step ahead of me
and I'm not scared to admit that its
Too much
It's too much
It's too much
Baby the two of us
It's too much
It's too much
It's too much
Baby the two of us
Man gone crazy
She gon run around
Me in circles, I can't help but think 'bout you
Imaginary
No shadow of a doubt
Kinda scary I can't help but think 'bout you
Next to me
Why you not texting me
Are you upset with me
You look so good in that dress
Meant to say
Needed you yesterday
One step ahead of me
and I'm not scared to admit that its
It's too much
It's too much
It's too much
Baby the two of us
It's too much
It's too much
It's too much
Baby the two of us
It's too much
It's too much
It's too much
Baby the two of us
It's too much
It's too much
It's too much
Baby the two of us