[Intro - deadpan, spoken, dripping in sarcasm Oh I'm too much??? Yeah, I'm too loud??? I'm too fast, too sharp, too proud??? I'm too direct I'm too awake I asked a normal question God, what a mistake I'm too intense I'm too aware I just noticed something I'm sorry I just don't fuckin care Yeah I'm too much Mm-hmm (beat drops) Let's fucking go [Verse 1 - sing it flat and unimpressed.] I'm so bored and I'm yawning At your budget psych degree (ohh) I've got a name for all your little feelings Just a little bitch who's gaslighting me So yeah, I'm loud, and yeah, I'm fast I'm the only one who read ahead You call it drama when I'm stressed Then act shocked when it happens like I said [Pre-Chorus - build. still smirking, starting to mean it.] You call me too much? Cute take, but you're out of your depth I walked through hell in stilettos And never even lost my breath You want me small and pretty Soft-spoken, easy to bend I'm the plot twist and cliffhanger You're just filler, babe I'm the end [Chorus - full send. the last two lines pull back into a shrug, not a shout.] Too much for your bullshit Too much for your games Too much woman For a man who can't take the blame Too much for your bullshit Too much for your tears I'm just too much woman For a man who can't own his fears I'm not too much I'm more than enough Can't figure it out?? Guess it's true... I guess I'm just too much for you (too much) (too much) (more than enough) (more than enough) [Verse 2 - drop the sarcasm here. this one is straight. flat and tired, no attitude.] I did it all the right way Said "I feel" instead of "you" I wrote the notes, I took the breath Did every single step they told me to And I landed in the same damn room With the same damn look on your face So don't hand me "it's your delivery" When polite got me the same place You call me intense Like you found something brand new Sweetheart, that's called follow-through A concept foreign to you [Pre-Chorus - quieter than the first one. this is the vulnerable one.] Now I audit my own certainty Like being right's a disease I take my own temperature Before I'm allowed to speak I'm the one who said you two need help I'm the one who made that call Say it once, I'm looking out Say it twice, I'm the villain in it all [Chorus] Too much for your bullshit Too much for your games Too much woman For a man who can't take the blame Too much for your bullshit Too much for your tears I'm just too much woman For a man who can't own his fears I'm not too much I'm more than enough Can't figure it out?? Guess it's true... I guess I'm just too much for you (too much) (too much) (more than enough) (more than enough) [Verse 3 - venom returns, but controlled. "here come the fucking tears" is the meanest line in the song, deliver it dry.] You throw your little jabs I'm out here trademarking my name Building something with my own two hands While you're workshopping who's to blame And I asked you one clean question Got a headline and a shrug Then somehow I'm the one on my knees Holding you and saying it's not your fault 'Cause the second I get close to landing it Here come the fucking tears And my question dies right there on the floor Where it's died for the last two years [Chorus] Too much for your bullshit Too much for your games Too much woman For a man who can't take the blame Too much for your bullshit Too much for your tears I'm just too much woman For a man who can't own his fears I'm not too much I'm more than enough Can't figure it out?? Guess it's true... I guess I'm just too much for you (too much) (too much) (more than enough) (more than enough) [Bridge - everything drops out. no sarcasm anywhere. this is the truth under the whole song. almost spoken.] I'm not trying to win this I never wanted a fight I've been holding something out to you With both hands, all damn night And I burn the whole conversation Just proving I'm not attacking you So whatever I came to hand you Is still in my hands when we're through And I already mourned the version Where nothing ever changes here You think the conversation's open I've been standing at the door a year [Final Chorus - biggest moment in the song. the three "fucking" lines are the peak, hit them like a hammer.] Too much for your bullshit Too much for your games Too much woman For a man who can't take the blame Too much for your bullshit Too much for your tears I'm just too much woman For a man who can't own his fears Too much fucking ambition Too much fucking fight Too much fucking woman Sorry babe, I'm not dimming my light I'm not too much I'm more than enough Can't figure it out?? Guess it's true... I guess I'm just too much for you [Outro - no attitude, no defiance. just tired and honest..] I've asked since the beginning Please just share what you're feeling It wasn't about me winning And my fire never needed healing (Guess I’m too much…) (for youuuu… awe)
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