Slow n' Potent (feat. Meari)
I guess I'm afraid of the dark
I love you Jesse Orlando
Slow, yeah we don't know where to go
Yeah, they're looking for your soul yeah
Cause they think it's made of gold
If there's anything that I know
I'ma go rock out a show
My heart's so cold, yeah it's froze
Play her Nintendo
I'm on the come up and you on a slope
Take it back, no retro
Yeah, I be booming, you know I'm like Metro
You know I be booming, no techno
You know I be keeping a tec though
She know I be booming, that's why she moving
It's like I started a movement
Yeah, I'm not clueless, yeah she pursuing
It's like she know that she ruthless
I get her wet, no crew ship
Yeah, we gotta keep it moving
Then she stole my heart
Yeah, she made me look so stupid
Slow, yeah we don't know where to go
Yeah, they're looking for your soul
Cause they think it's made of gold
Yeah, they think it's made of gold
Slow, yeah we don't know where to go
Yeah, they're looking for your soul
Cause they think it's made of gold
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gas, what I'm smoking
She asking for a hit but it's too potent
Yeah, she gon' give me lip because I'm chosen
Yeah, I been balling, I feel like the DeRozan
Yeah, splash, splash, splash, splash
Get up out my day, complete the task, task, task, task
Ugly hoe hit my phone, need a hazmat, mat, mat
If you hit my phone, I will not hit back, back, back
Hit back, back, yeah
She always know that I'm never sober
Got two bitches coming over
Ain't no luck, I ain't talking four leaf clover
Feel like Derek with the flow
Block your number, don't closure
Now I'm sipping on his drink
She asking what I think
Thinking about pussy or this cash
There ain't no in between
Feel like Sonic did the dash
When I found out she a tease
Try to get me neck up in the cab
Yeah, I found out she a freak
And I know we finna clash
But my clan is to elite
Yeah, thinking it's funny, counting this money up
Yeah, I be tired so I'm snorting up this Stardust
And she know my name, but she don't know us
Bitch, don't complain
Gotta maintain
Sipping on this codeine
Not attached by strings, cause she not in my league
Not with material things, cause they go unseen
Got too high
Eyes red, yeah, I need some Visine
Bitch bad, yeah, she finna suck me up in backseat
Can't do what I do, can't be like me
Bitch bad with the bag designer, got Céline
You ain't cut from what I'm cut
You don't bleed what I bleed
I love you Jesse Orlando
Slow, yeah we don't know where to go
Yeah, they're looking for your soul yeah
Cause they think it's made of gold
If there's anything that I know
I'ma go rock out a show
My heart's so cold, yeah it's froze
Play her Nintendo
I'm on the come up and you on a slope
Take it back, no retro
Yeah, I be booming, you know I'm like Metro
You know I be booming, no techno
You know I be keeping a tec though
She know I be booming, that's why she moving
It's like I started a movement
Yeah, I'm not clueless, yeah she pursuing
It's like she know that she ruthless
I get her wet, no crew ship
Yeah, we gotta keep it moving
Then she stole my heart
Yeah, she made me look so stupid
Slow, yeah we don't know where to go
Yeah, they're looking for your soul
Cause they think it's made of gold
Yeah, they think it's made of gold
Slow, yeah we don't know where to go
Yeah, they're looking for your soul
Cause they think it's made of gold
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Gas, what I'm smoking
She asking for a hit but it's too potent
Yeah, she gon' give me lip because I'm chosen
Yeah, I been balling, I feel like the DeRozan
Yeah, splash, splash, splash, splash
Get up out my day, complete the task, task, task, task
Ugly hoe hit my phone, need a hazmat, mat, mat
If you hit my phone, I will not hit back, back, back
Hit back, back, yeah
She always know that I'm never sober
Got two bitches coming over
Ain't no luck, I ain't talking four leaf clover
Feel like Derek with the flow
Block your number, don't closure
Now I'm sipping on his drink
She asking what I think
Thinking about pussy or this cash
There ain't no in between
Feel like Sonic did the dash
When I found out she a tease
Try to get me neck up in the cab
Yeah, I found out she a freak
And I know we finna clash
But my clan is to elite
Yeah, thinking it's funny, counting this money up
Yeah, I be tired so I'm snorting up this Stardust
And she know my name, but she don't know us
Bitch, don't complain
Gotta maintain
Sipping on this codeine
Not attached by strings, cause she not in my league
Not with material things, cause they go unseen
Got too high
Eyes red, yeah, I need some Visine
Bitch bad, yeah, she finna suck me up in backseat
Can't do what I do, can't be like me
Bitch bad with the bag designer, got Céline
You ain't cut from what I'm cut
You don't bleed what I bleed
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Writer(s): Jesse Orlando
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