Lyrics:
I cannot be your mister
I’m too flashy but you don’t get the picture
Im workin late cause I been broke
I been cold now I’m hot with the sizzle
began,
Began
cnd I said, slow down life's going to fast
cnd you said
Take it easy take it easy
cnd I said, slow down, life's going to fast (slow down
stuff is by the wayside
Speed up, slow down
Hurry up, hang around
I always want to go faster than I can
Speed up, slow down
My neighbor and I always
Slow Me Down lyrics:
Verse 1
I've been running on fumes for too long
Blinded by all my problems
Runnin round tryin' to solve them, but I can't
I can't slow down, I'll ride by myself
When I ride round, Im high by myself
When I get high, I slide by myself
You know I slide, I guiding myself
is gonna rock your mind huh
Flash two times
Beat beat, you in the crew hold it
Why don't you find somebody and party
I like this part
Get down
against the gates of hell and
Stickin' to the cross but without the use of nails
And you say
Great is the mystery but Mister, we don't understand
I'm
make me unsure
Of anything I’d endure
Babygirl you dope, don’t you get it twisted
And you give me hope you, you could be my Mrs
Gotta take it slow, worry
can get it for free
She wanna read my mind, she wanna read my mind
Deep down I'm so always sad but tell her that I'm fine
And often I go blank, I don't
Need to find a way to slow down
Emotions on the hunnit don't make no sound
We need space for your sake
No need racin' for a place
No one watchin' how
hillsides in the summer 'neath the sunshine
I am feathered by the moonlight falling down on me
I said, "I walk along these hillsides in the summer 'neath
Percocet by ten
I ain't worried about no damn brunch
Slowed down off these bars
I ain't worried about no damn time crunch
Can't spend money on no hoes
Fuck I
nigga, hood rich, we livin' (we livin')
(Rich Gang) We simple 'bout the money, nigga, paper chase, we runnin' (we runnin')
Lay 'em down, bust 'em down
Maybe now you'll finally notice
Don't put baby in the corner
Down on my luck
Found out I suck
Got fat issues in need of a tummy tuck
I'm an arsonist
Ways to get up
Ways to get up
Only one way down
I was raised to get up
Raised to get up
Raised to get up
Only one way down
I’m not phased
By the buck
Doggy World, Snoop World whatever
It don't matter cus we 'bout it, and homies down to do whatever
Everything is legit, and the bitches the shit
Sorry I couldn't be there, I was tied to a rocking chair
I was beat down to a pulp rocking back and forth somewhere
If you knew, if you saw, you'd
Imma holler at her when I'm in Miami
Imma holler at her when im down In LA (ohh)
Find me in the clubs, find me throwing ones motherfucker stacking up I
wanna show me
So put the pride to the side
Come and show me that you want it
Take it slow
Lay it down
Put it on me
Got ya mind playing tricks
Come
come swift hand and you take me by the throat
Mr. death if I don't leave
It's cuz it's her I'm waiting for
Her I'm waiting for I'm waiting for I'm
killed in her cell
Wish we can call her
Travon
Killed in streets
By Mr Zimmerman
All over a hood on his head
And some skittles man
Cops shot down Mike
got your name at the top
Of "fuckin' dead bitch" list
Meet Mr makaveli's terror, mack of the year
Thug of the era death Row and Outlawz
Nobody does this
Talk talk talk
Well I'm not the one
We get lost
Just having our fun
A lot of work don't
Reach perfection
We just get it done
Pause let me dribble in
phone
Plug all on the way he bouta bring another load
Heart so cold it froze
Better keep yo pole
I can tell yo money slow
Got so tired of bein po'
I need
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