Slow Down

(Gwydion, you're stupid) She just gave me top for like a week straight She say she love how the D taste These days we love puffin' cheesecake We stay feet up every weekday Shawty want to speed up I just want to slow down Whole fit tuff And I'm acting like a whole clown Don't say sup If you see me in your hometown won't pick up girl Please put your phone down I know I'm running late, but I'll be there in a minute I know that love is fake, but you finally got me tripping Girl, you got a lot of cake, but I got a dietitian So Ill have a little taste, and it's right back to the mission I'm screaming out, ayo, who got the yayo Hit the homie Pedro, cause I can't say no Do it when I say so Baby, gotta stay low Super damn grateful you putting on a great show Flying first class, but I'm still trash Smoking on gas, now I can't do math I'm about to collapse, think I should perhaps Girl, we need to get gas, but I lost my mask Uh Mm Uh Wet-ass pussy, gotta flick it off my glasses She want all my hoodies, says she love me with a passion Says she mean it fully, but I don't see this thing lasting I guess I'll take a look-see but I'd rather leave it past tense Sipping codeine out a Dixie cup Girl, that ain't no thing, let me fix you up Had a bad dream that it picked you up Now I'm blowing off steam on St. Laurent St. Laurent now St. Laurent St. Laurent now St. Laurent St. Laurent now St. Laurent St. Laurent St. Laurent now St. Laurent She just gave me top for like a week straight She say she love how the D taste These days we love puffing cheesecake We stay feet up every weekday, shorty wanna speed up I just wanna slow down, home fit tough But I'm acting like a ho clown, don't say sup If you see me in your hometown, won't pick up Girl, please put your phone down Shorty dressed in red, and she looking quite adorable Threw me on the bed, now she feeling for a quarter roll Trapped me with her leg, and I said that ain't affordable Focused on my bread, and the rest historical She wanna smoke a bowl, but the main bag getting low Swerving through the snow, cause my main man got some more When you gonna be home, said I'll let you know People don't think I'm gonna blow, but it's possible Really fucking possible, I'm sipping something tropical I feel like I'm unstoppable, the music isn't optional Overcoming obstacles, in places you ain't thought to go Colder than a popsicle, no, ain't optimal Staring at the moon, and I'm high out my mind Its lifting up my mood, losing track of the time You can catch me in the Stu, cause I'm on my grind Haven't talked since June, why you on my line Sipping on a solo, think I'm better solo So I'm going solo, please don't put a bolo Tryna keep it dolo, I just been in go mode Don't know why, but I feel I'm going loco My feelings are a no show, number than a mofo Drugs by the polo, looking over photos Head like a yo-yo, shit is going slo-mo Coco covering my nose and my polo