Red Lights...
Slow it down
Slow it down
Slow it down
How you feeling?
Slow it down
Slow it down
Slow it down
Slow
Slow
She Sick and tired of all these red lights
She wanna go
She wanna go
She Sick and tired of all these red lights
Reality shows
That she has to slow down
We need To slow down
I got to slow down
You better slow down
Slow it down
Slow it down
She been hurt along time ago
Skurt
Burnout
Light after light after light
She sees no ending in sight
Whoa Whoa!
She steady asking What's happen
Thought her man was the captain
Pride got him losing his wits
That's when she call him a (skurt)
That's enough
He turn into something he never was
The failure keep piling
Interstate Driving
Skurt
120 an hour
Skurt
When it rains it showers
Burnout
They couldn't revive him
Casket and flowers
Whoa~Whoa
You better slow down
Slow it down
Slow it down
Slow it down slow it down
Now she just grieving
Life is not easy
Slow it down slow it down
Her baby still feeding
parents deceased
Her man was a mess
And now he 6 feet
CPS calling her phone
Every week
Refusing to quit
Embracing defeat
Burn Out
She grew with whole lot a notta
Burnout
She gave a loser a chance
Now she down to her last Dollar
Got spotted on a street corner
Finally make it work
Twerk
Suicide wasn't worth it
She Sick and tired of all these red lights
How you feeling?
She wanna go (oh)
She wanna go (oh you wanna go?)
She Sick and tired of all these red lights
Let me tell you, Reality
Reality shows
It's gonna show you
That she has to slow down
This job called life
Life Life Life
We need To slow down
It only gets harder
I got to slow down
The more you run from your pain
You better slow down
Don't take the fast lane
Slow it down
Slow it down
She been hurt a long time ago
Dollar for Dollar she never gave up on her daughter
If she made quarter
Momma bought her top shelf
Even though she struggled to afford it
Little did She know she spoiled her
Bratt
Started gets tats
Riding in the back
Boyfriend dealing crack
Didn't have a father to love them
So he thought his lil homies was brovas
Till they wasn't
Lil baby saw him go from a 10 to a nothing
Took him in broad day
No witnesses just to add to the suffering
Now She questioning
Her purpose
Her goals
And if she'll love again?
She turn to her mother
Her mother she utters
You better slow down
Slow it down
Slow it down
Slow it down
Slow it down
How you feeling?
Slow it down
Slow it down
Slow it down
Slow
Slow
She Sick and tired of all these red lights
She wanna go
She wanna go
She Sick and tired of all these red lights
Reality shows
That she has to slow down
We need To slow down
I got to slow down
You better slow down
Slow it down
Slow it down
She been hurt along time ago
Skurt
Burnout
Light after light after light
She sees no ending in sight
Whoa Whoa!
She steady asking What's happen
Thought her man was the captain
Pride got him losing his wits
That's when she call him a (skurt)
That's enough
He turn into something he never was
The failure keep piling
Interstate Driving
Skurt
120 an hour
Skurt
When it rains it showers
Burnout
They couldn't revive him
Casket and flowers
Whoa~Whoa
You better slow down
Slow it down
Slow it down
Slow it down slow it down
Now she just grieving
Life is not easy
Slow it down slow it down
Her baby still feeding
parents deceased
Her man was a mess
And now he 6 feet
CPS calling her phone
Every week
Refusing to quit
Embracing defeat
Burn Out
She grew with whole lot a notta
Burnout
She gave a loser a chance
Now she down to her last Dollar
Got spotted on a street corner
Finally make it work
Twerk
Suicide wasn't worth it
She Sick and tired of all these red lights
How you feeling?
She wanna go (oh)
She wanna go (oh you wanna go?)
She Sick and tired of all these red lights
Let me tell you, Reality
Reality shows
It's gonna show you
That she has to slow down
This job called life
Life Life Life
We need To slow down
It only gets harder
I got to slow down
The more you run from your pain
You better slow down
Don't take the fast lane
Slow it down
Slow it down
She been hurt a long time ago
Dollar for Dollar she never gave up on her daughter
If she made quarter
Momma bought her top shelf
Even though she struggled to afford it
Little did She know she spoiled her
Bratt
Started gets tats
Riding in the back
Boyfriend dealing crack
Didn't have a father to love them
So he thought his lil homies was brovas
Till they wasn't
Lil baby saw him go from a 10 to a nothing
Took him in broad day
No witnesses just to add to the suffering
Now She questioning
Her purpose
Her goals
And if she'll love again?
She turn to her mother
Her mother she utters
You better slow down
Slow it down
Slow it down
Credits
Writer(s): Kendall Bradford
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.