Slow Down

Jesus swings, Jesus swings
Jesus swings, Jesus swings

Shorty, what you mad for? I don't know too many
That go to sleep in Chanel and wake up in Fendi
You know what it was before you hopped inside my Bentley
And everything was good as long as I kept spending

But I'm gonna keep it hood, see you I can do without it
You wonder why we call you bitch, think about it
Go holler at your man, maybe he can support ya
Love don't live here, I ain't got notin' for ya

First things first girl stick that attitude in your purse
Straighten up your face before I pull over
Ain't nothing cute about walkin' home from work
Check yourself, now number two

You're my only lady baby, that's the truth
So you can sit and pout until your face turn blue
I will kill a brick and drown a drop of water about you
But there's one thing I can't do

Can't force you, I can't force you
To slow down, slow down, slow down
You're my one and only I ain't tryin' to mess around
You're just trippin', you gotta slow down, slow down, slow down

Can't force you, I can't force you
To slow down, slow down, slow down
You're my one and only I ain't tryin' to mess around
You're just trippin', you gotta slow down

When I was a tyke
A brother taught himself how to ride a bike
But here the cup's crazy 'cause to get it right
But once I got the hang of it, I rode all night
I said that to say

This relationship is gonna have it's good and bad days
It's like fallin' off and getting back on again
But no poppin' wheelies 'til we got our balance
I cant handle this

Can't force you, I can't force you
To slow down, slow down, slow down
You're my one and only I ain't tryin' to mess around
You're just trippin', you gotta slow down, slow down, slow down

Can't force you, I can't force you
To slow down, slow down, slow down
You're my one and only I ain't tryin' to mess around
You're just trippin', you gotta slow down

What up with all these allegations? Shorty all is well
Accusations about my situation, callin' my cell
Take a step back, relax, chill, pause exhale
You're the reason why I ain't got no bars on my cell
But you be happy if I was behind bars in the cell

You must think I'm in this booth spittin' these bars for my health
For every action there's a reaction, cause and effect
Good times and bad times, whatever cards are dealt
You need some help 'cause I

Can't force you, I can't force you
To slow down, slow down, slow down
You're my one and only I ain't tryin' to mess around
You're just trippin', you gotta slow down, slow down, slow down

Can't force you, I can't force you
To slow down, slow down, slow down
Slow down

Jesus swings, Jesus swings
Jesus swings, Jesus swings
Jesus swings, Jesus swings

Jesus swings, Jesus swings
Jesus swings, Jesus swings
Jesus swings, Jesus swings



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Writer(s): Karl Larsson
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