Lyrics:
I've been on the grind I was on the low
I get this money and I take it slow
I was on the grind just for the dough
I'm doing these shows and I'm
it's Saturday
Slow death
Slow death
By fluorescent lighting
Slow death
Slow death
By fluorescent lighting
Tell me again
What am I doing?
I'm just a mug
one day we'll realize
Don't fall for me
You're not for me
I can't fall for you
You're not for me
Take time
Waste time on the slow grind
Daytime
In
(what?) non believers, I'll convince em
I'm more of a leader and eating like I'm supposed to
Talk by the older dude, stand on my own two (yes)
And I'm
I'm back, I'm on my Dip set shit
20 30 grand in one pocket, foreign car outside
Living life fast, you niggaz need to catch up, slow pokes
NYC here we
they can't take it, slow down the harbor
Go get the car keys, play the blues
Set, new wave,
Set, three four,
Set, one two, three four
She's waking
they can't take it, slow down the harbor
Go get the car keys, play the blues
Set, new wave,
Set, three four,
Set, one two, three four
She's waking
See a red light won't stop
See that new chain I'll cop
Keep that grind up non-stop
Never slow down never drop
We keep on moving never flop
Leave them
that you gotta know
Take it slow, just some things that we gotta do
Imma be alright
I know, you know I'm working
I'm on the grind always
I know, you
in the club
Gettin' freaky in the club
(Hello, hello)
Gettin' freaky in the club
(Testing, 1 2, 1 2)
Girl wan wind you, wan bump and grind you
(what?)
Lately I've been thinking 'bout baby name
But maybe I'm crazy (yeah)
Let's take it slow, like John Legend's set (yeah)
Let's take it slow like
Yea, you already know,
When I walk the fuck by
You can't act like I ain't the fliest thing you ever
seen in your whole muthafuckin entire sorry ass
The head banger
Verse One: Parrish Smith
Ka rank the boombox as my sound knock from blocks
as I chill and bust grills you take snapshots
and that's really mine
I payed cash for it, I really grind
Niggas measuring pounds instead of time
Cake stacked today, know it's a quarter mill
I could tell by
that the grind slow
And by the fall, you gave it up, where’d your grind go?
My worst critic, cuz my motive Marianas deep
It might explain my sinking
to take it slow
No pressure to go all the way
There are often places we can go
Anytime is the right time to reveal it, when
Two people fall
on that do' and that X
(Down here) we push 26 sitting low to the flo'
And double deuces on a truck, when I crawl by slow
(This year) I'm gonna switch it
on the phone right now
That’s why iI ain't tryna call you
Got too much money to argue
I cut her off to get my mind right
I cut her off to get my grind right
it easy for you to get to
Now you wanna act like you don't know what to do
After I gone done everything that you asked me
Grabbed you, grind you,
them to the crib late, two on one
I'm already high, now it's you I want
Take a jet into the sunset, you won't come
Or sit in my Phantom and chew on gum
what I'm seeing here is real
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
Um, I said, the party isn't over
We can still dance, but I don't have no rhythm
So fucking take a chance with me
The party isn't over, we can
Baby grind on me
Relax your mind take your time on me
Let me get deeper shorty ride on me
Now come and sex me till yo body gets weak
We're slow
Boujee bad vibe, from the East Coast (East Coast)
She told me that she loved me, I don't think so (think so)
Move your lil' body, wanna beat slow
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