Lyrics:
that it's alright
So take my hand with a little bit of love and we'll be fed tonight
Well it's a sure fire cure for the blues
And you ain't got
movin' slow
I'll give it a go
Hey, what's there to lose?
Could be more than just a fling
So baby, I'll swing all night long with you
Let's let those
lil boyz better ta slow down
Up in tha mornin', in tha court, it's 'bout to go down
Here come them niggas: soulja, Reebok, and Girbaud down
There's
it low
Save it for the morning
I shouted questions
Like a fierce fire
You tried to take me by the arm
Into the light
I'm almost over
Rolling
the night takes a deep breath
And the daylight has no end
If I crawl, if I come crawling home
Will you be there?
Slow down my beating heart
Slow down my
It was down by Christ Church that I first met with
Annie
A neat little girl and not a bit shy
She told me her father had come from Dungannen
slow)
I'm on another level (can you feel my flow?)
See how I do it (when I'm on the floor)
Wonder if you're ready for the thing that I got
I told you
at the end of the inscent)
Burn slow, burn slow (Niggas ain't got kids)
Burn slow, burn slow, burn slow
Nobody open the door
Homie I blow by the "O"
Burning
the back of my hand
Doin' 15 in a 30, I ain't in no hurry
I'ma take it slow just as fast as I can
The way she fit in them blue jeans, she don't need no
my Euro, ain't now way I'm gon' slow down
Slow down
Tryna get my way but they can't make me
Slow down
Do whatever it takes, it's all gas no
to sad thoughts that are maddening?
Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch 'em red-handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness?
Why do the days
Go by so fast
If only time
Was built to last
If it could learn
To take it slow
Then maybe time
At last would know
That if
Leave him with his socks, hard bottoms and bloomers on
And hang him by his balls from the horn of a unicorn
Y'all niggas intellect mad slow, y'all fags
girl, I'm in it
So forget it, I ain't quittin' 'til I touch every square inch of your walls
Shawty here we go, go, go, go, go
Take your clothes off slow
seventeen
Meanwhile I was thinkin'
Well if she's in the mood
No need to break it
I got the chance and I oughta take it
If she can dance we can make
to sad thoughts that are maddening?
Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch 'em red-handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness?
drop it, drop it 'til ya making faces
Lookin' like you want to tell me stop it
I'mma do it do it do it till you can't take no more
Till my lipstick
a little girl
With Spanish eyes
Oh, when I saw her
In a pram they pushed her by
My how you've grown
Well it's been
It's been a little while
Attached to my head, head, head, head, head, head, head, head (woo, slow)
I would show you off for everything I own
I know it's not used to
See they
seventeen
Meanwhile I was thinkin'
Well if she's in the mood
No need to break it
I got the chance and I oughta take it
If she can dance we can make
and hold you.
It's time for me to tease and scold you.
For dining by candle light
Fun Sunday picnics.
It's time for slow, slow dancing
And showing love
staring at you
Oh, angels bow when you walk by
And the rest of us here have always known why
[Chorus]
Cause the soul takes it's blows and it does not
a fire
As soon as we get there
We could take off for the weekend
Slow it down
And do a little breathing
We'll be way outta town
Fore they'll know
Let's just kiss.
Nothing to erase
As the hour slows;
Nothing to be judged or tried untrue.
Handed us a case,
What a case to close;
It could take
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