Texty:
Al Green Too Much

lips on mine Your love divine Oh, it's too much baby Listen, I wanna say That's it's too much Too much for me Come on now Oh baby, too much baby Too much

slo town I've got to get back To that city today It's not much of a hassle To drive up to hearst's castle And it's not too far from pismo beach or

, cotton came to harlem Ringmaster circus was, bailey and barnum Crack a Coca Cola, summer heat was my boredom Dr. J before Jordan, Al Green on the organ

same So hello motherfucker you got some sheets to change And ain't it funny how people change like easter Sunday? You know church fit then outfit Bright pink and green

voice. We are drowning in the approaching shadows. I am dreaming and cannot hold it. I have seen. (Dear Christ: the silence and the loss; we are born and fall. Dear Christ, you too

them So everyone can take note take note When they saw you kneeling Crying words that you mean Opening their eyeballs eyeballs Pretending that youre al green al green

screaming from slugs your mob is naturally fake Fill the circle up with ugaly, aguly, hagaly, ay I'm too sexy with a gun, I'm too lazy to run Am I too

to knife you down, box you up Knock you out, use cold water to wake you up Since something horrific await to shake you up To get me aggy, it really don't take too much

When I left I wasn't thinking That I wasn't coming home But first Al Green And then Barry White Convinced me not to go And I didn't come home for fighting