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Slow Ride

MxPx

Let's Rock

2006

We accelerate the death process
As we draw towards the end
Open the door to your mind
Climb deep inside

A window breaks so easily
The glass cuts

(Yeah)
Put that on my mama, nigga, eight in the process
Nigga tryna tippy-toe through the progress
Tongue-tied when the truth is an object
What's

and collect with every 
Single step and I hope you a process the progress of 
Living every day with a honest a conscious a constant
Reminder to tarnish

Electrify 
Stare into eyes 
Confess confess 
The love ran dry
Left no reply 

Confess regrets
Relapse process 
Confess regrets 
Con fucking fess
I

the lies
All time will be spent, doing this right

Everything that I have ever known
Is going out the window
All the good and bad is all garbage
Cuz now I've

Piercing my mind with a blade
Let`s go! I want to see you fall
Now I breaking a fucking window
To escape
My mind becomes uncontrolled 
Deception

At least I'm trying to get ahead
Because you always take
You always take
You always take too long
And my faith in the process
Is growing kind of thin
Wild

tryna see 
I’m a legend of that lean I gave you all of me 
This shit a process 
Had to cool bro down with a pack he seeing all red

All red all red bro

windows no light of day
I chase your wave, I chase your wave
I chase your wave, I chase your wave

Under the waves, ah, where does it stop
Under the waves,

the window, making way for my soul
Stars we need to explore, places we need to go
Someone is that door, and they keep asking more
But I don’t have nothing

the countdown
And if I’m ever taking a break
I’ll be ok: you have to trust the process

I am looking out from the
Windows of my house
Still I cannot help but see

special flex
Look at the alien's face oh
Sextra terrestrial sex
Having sex in space
That extra special flex

Some UFO
Just land outside ma window
The lights

pulling schemes
I'mma trust the process and ball like I'm Embiid
Niggas talking nonsense hit em wit the "Eeee"
I can't do no verse on yo' shit I just

Got 4k on my wrist
Just flew to Bel-Air
Now she call me the prince
All my bars come strong
Like steel, no flint
Finna hop out the whip
Got the windows

Please don't let me fall
I want them all to know
That I was here
Scuffs all on my sneakers
Cruising in my beater
Rolling down the window feel

I think I need some time to process
Are we making any progress baby?
At first I thought that you was godsent
But now that thought is getting offset

I take my time to fucking process the plot or maybe progress
I only think about when I smoke next
I sin with evil women, lending sweaters like

As well just leave my door unlocked
If It's like that. I got a pay  for this busted ahh Window.

Lately I can't even feel a thing why they plot an
Why  they

the process so difficult
(Difficult)
Why is the process so hard
Have I already reached my pinnacle
(Pinnacle)
And my highest regards
To me in the future who's

I’ll carry you 
Like luggage on a train 
Looking for innocence
Through the window through the pain 

I’m asked to show proof of why I’m worthy

Transformation's never pretty
It hurts to have your physiology
Rearranged in sudden bursts of
Energy and rage
What part of "process"
Sounds like

talking he plotting on a lick wit his knfolks
He active in the streets hitting with automatic pistol
He Passed away but he still tweaking out my window

the window the image we envision goes
Even more so
We gave it our all though
Further more, even a little more though
But love should not be war
It should be

on turning
Bridges burning
Sunrise
Beaming down onto my face
Right through the window
It felt so simple
Don't wanna lose myself to the process
Lately I've been