Slow Down - remix
Mhm
You said you tired of just wishing me well
Well I be drunk as hell but this drunk man ain't telling no tale
Adjusted preparation for the moment I readied it well
Soul separated but ain't going to heaven nor hell still noticed it
And I won't pay you shit bitch I be taxing on condolences
Forgot them at the store or something let me catch your short or something
Niggas headed west if they feel that they headed north or something
Let them think of course and of course treat them like corpse or something
Kinda weird like now that you mention
Like who I had in my section and who I didn't that's way more than a blessing
I'm feeling separate from the frauds I make that every intention
Don't shoot for attention I shoot with intention they never learn don't doubt it
Since getting pussy never been two days without it
Press the button when they doubt me smoke that green like Mike Wozowski
Bitch I'm pressing every issue if it has to do about me I heard I'm in the story bitch I hope it's just a story
Won't keep it sweet with you baby or keep it discreet
And I don't like to run for no one heart if I'm running the street
I don't like to put you on the spot with the truth that I speak
I won't break no sweat for you baby my name isn't Keith
Said you gotta vision well come fuck with a nigga with dreams of all the finer things
Won't really speak a lot I just admire things
Like falling out and shit and getting back to how shit used to be
Go where I used to be see what we used to see but trust I won't believe
Bouncing back and forth with my residence
And now I'm walking in them suites without being president
Don't you treat me like Im subbing third string for the pelicans
It's accepted time wasted living life naked overdraft notifications
I live Jurassic this life I live ain't far from classic
So he said he sell bombastic told my plug this shit fantastic
Test dummy never crashed it I can't really say what happened
Nigga really I'm the happen and thats fucked up
I roll fuck up forgot my fingers hurting
Told that bitch the first time we meet we gotta do it shirtless
Her head is real medicinal she do it with a purpose
Her tongue is very literal she write shit down in cursive
You looking for my sea level it's nowhere near the surface
I thank God a million times ain't got these bitches giving birth
No I'm not blessed without no curse I just curse back whoever cursing
It's damn shame that all my accidents was done on purpose
You said you tired of just wishing me well
Well I be drunk as hell but this drunk man ain't telling no tale
Adjusted preparation for the moment I readied it well
Soul separated but ain't going to heaven nor hell still noticed it
And I won't pay you shit bitch I be taxing on condolences
Forgot them at the store or something let me catch your short or something
Niggas headed west if they feel that they headed north or something
Let them think of course and of course treat them like corpse or something
Kinda weird like now that you mention
Like who I had in my section and who I didn't that's way more than a blessing
I'm feeling separate from the frauds I make that every intention
Don't shoot for attention I shoot with intention they never learn don't doubt it
Since getting pussy never been two days without it
Press the button when they doubt me smoke that green like Mike Wozowski
Bitch I'm pressing every issue if it has to do about me I heard I'm in the story bitch I hope it's just a story
Won't keep it sweet with you baby or keep it discreet
And I don't like to run for no one heart if I'm running the street
I don't like to put you on the spot with the truth that I speak
I won't break no sweat for you baby my name isn't Keith
Said you gotta vision well come fuck with a nigga with dreams of all the finer things
Won't really speak a lot I just admire things
Like falling out and shit and getting back to how shit used to be
Go where I used to be see what we used to see but trust I won't believe
Bouncing back and forth with my residence
And now I'm walking in them suites without being president
Don't you treat me like Im subbing third string for the pelicans
It's accepted time wasted living life naked overdraft notifications
I live Jurassic this life I live ain't far from classic
So he said he sell bombastic told my plug this shit fantastic
Test dummy never crashed it I can't really say what happened
Nigga really I'm the happen and thats fucked up
I roll fuck up forgot my fingers hurting
Told that bitch the first time we meet we gotta do it shirtless
Her head is real medicinal she do it with a purpose
Her tongue is very literal she write shit down in cursive
You looking for my sea level it's nowhere near the surface
I thank God a million times ain't got these bitches giving birth
No I'm not blessed without no curse I just curse back whoever cursing
It's damn shame that all my accidents was done on purpose
Credits
Writer(s): Dej Mcbride
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