REASON, Alemeda - Slow Down lyrics
[REASON, Alemeda - Slow Down lyrics]
(Your call has been forwarded to
An automated voice messaging system)
(310-909) yeah, yeah
Soul look
Times is gettin' darker
My time gettin' borrowed
My nieces getting smarter, they startin'
To feel that shit, look
I tell 'em, "Uncle busy" they
Don't wanna hear that shit, look
I say, "See you tomorrow" that
Promise never garnered
I never told nobody this, but I lost a son
Or maybe it was a daughter
Look, I say "it" 'cause if it's real
I gotta face that part of
My deepest fears that's growing near
They call that feeling karma
I'd have to be a father
And look at how I did
All these bitches, look, i mean women
All throughout my life
Drunken and scattered nights
She don't believe in abortion
Pressure forced her
So she sacrificed, and all for what?
A little head or nut and bragging rights
Something that I made myself forget so
I could pass the nights
But how she sleeping? She prolly
Ain't sleepin' or barely
I never once felt guilty
Maybe that's the part that scares me
Maybe that's the part that is fucked up
Need to grow up
Slow down, slow down, yeah slow down, yeah
You puttin' a rush on all your progress
You need to appreciate your process (M-m-m)
Need to slow down, yeah, slow down, yeah
Slow down, yeah
You puttin' a rush on all your progress
You need to appreciate your process
Look, my cousin called me, ignore it
I don't pick up the phone
But I used his struggle for records
And now my blessings growin'
I never told him "Better Dayz"
Was coming out to public
Just put his business to the masters
Then I hit the road
I told your business to the world
So I could make some gold
What I didn't tell you was there's
An apology that was owed
What I didn't tell y'all is how
Strong my fuckin' cousin is
After "Better Dayz" hit by a whip
Shattered bones coma, while he's sleeping
We pray that he wake up
Rappers cap for a foundation
This shit I can't make up
Rico woke and told us calmly
That while he was sleeping, dreaming
Reminisced of us as kids playing
Wasting days up
And it kept him calm, so calm
Thank God that he's still living
And thank God even more that he's strong
And so I'm forgiven
Told me, "Rob, I was upset
But I'm glad that you told my story
I couldn't admit addiction
I'm glad that you told it for me
I'm glad you living your dreams and
I'm glad you was ever worried
I lived my life as a hustler
Although this new life is boring
It's much safer, keep my pace and recover
Then rose to glory and shit"
Don't say no more
I got something I never spoke
I'm sorry I wasn't man enough
To call you first
And your story never forgotten while
I write this verse
I'm glad you moved back from Atlanta
And made your way home
And no matter how quick life is movin'
I'll pick up the phone i'm sorry (yeah)
Slow down, slow down, yeah slow down, yeah
You puttin' a rush on all your progress
You need to appreciate your process (M-m-m)
Need to slow down, yeah, slow down, yeah
Slow down, yeah
You puttin' a rush on all your progress
You need to appreciate your process
Bitch, I don't know what I'ma wear
How boy texting me
Talkin' 'bout he in town
Told me to pull up to the crib nigga, please
Yo, Solo, you ready? Church
Is Carson in the house?
Carson is definitely in
The motherfuckin' house
One, two, three, four
An automated voice messaging system)
(310-909) yeah, yeah
Soul look
Times is gettin' darker
My time gettin' borrowed
My nieces getting smarter, they startin'
To feel that shit, look
I tell 'em, "Uncle busy" they
Don't wanna hear that shit, look
I say, "See you tomorrow" that
Promise never garnered
I never told nobody this, but I lost a son
Or maybe it was a daughter
Look, I say "it" 'cause if it's real
I gotta face that part of
My deepest fears that's growing near
They call that feeling karma
I'd have to be a father
And look at how I did
All these bitches, look, i mean women
All throughout my life
Drunken and scattered nights
She don't believe in abortion
Pressure forced her
So she sacrificed, and all for what?
A little head or nut and bragging rights
Something that I made myself forget so
I could pass the nights
But how she sleeping? She prolly
Ain't sleepin' or barely
I never once felt guilty
Maybe that's the part that scares me
Maybe that's the part that is fucked up
Need to grow up
Slow down, slow down, yeah slow down, yeah
You puttin' a rush on all your progress
You need to appreciate your process (M-m-m)
Need to slow down, yeah, slow down, yeah
Slow down, yeah
You puttin' a rush on all your progress
You need to appreciate your process
Look, my cousin called me, ignore it
I don't pick up the phone
But I used his struggle for records
And now my blessings growin'
I never told him "Better Dayz"
Was coming out to public
Just put his business to the masters
Then I hit the road
I told your business to the world
So I could make some gold
What I didn't tell you was there's
An apology that was owed
What I didn't tell y'all is how
Strong my fuckin' cousin is
After "Better Dayz" hit by a whip
Shattered bones coma, while he's sleeping
We pray that he wake up
Rappers cap for a foundation
This shit I can't make up
Rico woke and told us calmly
That while he was sleeping, dreaming
Reminisced of us as kids playing
Wasting days up
And it kept him calm, so calm
Thank God that he's still living
And thank God even more that he's strong
And so I'm forgiven
Told me, "Rob, I was upset
But I'm glad that you told my story
I couldn't admit addiction
I'm glad that you told it for me
I'm glad you living your dreams and
I'm glad you was ever worried
I lived my life as a hustler
Although this new life is boring
It's much safer, keep my pace and recover
Then rose to glory and shit"
Don't say no more
I got something I never spoke
I'm sorry I wasn't man enough
To call you first
And your story never forgotten while
I write this verse
I'm glad you moved back from Atlanta
And made your way home
And no matter how quick life is movin'
I'll pick up the phone i'm sorry (yeah)
Slow down, slow down, yeah slow down, yeah
You puttin' a rush on all your progress
You need to appreciate your process (M-m-m)
Need to slow down, yeah, slow down, yeah
Slow down, yeah
You puttin' a rush on all your progress
You need to appreciate your process
Bitch, I don't know what I'ma wear
How boy texting me
Talkin' 'bout he in town
Told me to pull up to the crib nigga, please
Yo, Solo, you ready? Church
Is Carson in the house?
Carson is definitely in
The motherfuckin' house
One, two, three, four