Slow Songtext
von Shad
Slow Songtext
(Slow... We′re gonna slow this one right down)
Slow
Take it Slow
Slow
Take it slow
Slow
Take it slow
Slow
Take it slow
Take it slow
Life so stressful
Feeling downcast
Tears behind the clown mask
Many wrestle with the brown bag
Need smthg retro for the soundtrack
On a vacay
Chose to go to Montenegro
Cuz it sound black
Where the lounge at?
Can a man find peace?
Miss my childhood
Life was like in Stand By Me
Now I'm sitting with some damp eyes
Listening to Landslide
Thinking bout time
And other things money can′t buy
Free...
Deleted damn IG
Everyone frontin like bosses
Franchisees
With some fine wines
And a plate of pan-fried meats
And fries
Man, that's always been the anti-me
I'm not anti-screen
But what a seems
A sight for sore-eyes
Is just an eye-sore
I′m sorry, we cyborgs
One-eyed
Short-slighted
Borderline blind
Bored
Overtime minds warped
Ugh, kids like ′he nice
But he sound like a old person'
All this soul-searching
And no twerking
Now see me
Getting low
Working the pole
Til my bones hurtin
Magic City
The nursing home version
Slow
Take it Slow
Slow
Take it slow
Take it slow
Slow...
But watch that horsepower go, man
I could watch a 4 hour show
Flow′s pure flour!
No wonder bread
He making more sourdough
Than those poor cowards
Bow your head and
Pour a little Coors out
For the many thats gone
Due to copying trends
I'm on the Baltic Sea
Rocking with some
Latvian friends
That call me Kobe
Cuz I ball and I′m
Awfully intense...
(Kinda racist but)
Not being sensitive about it
It's cool, gotta think of things in context
I been a idol
Back before the singing contest show
I win at freestyles
And the king of concepts - both
Own so many boats
I might begin a conquest - nope!
Never cared about material wealth
It′s like wool
Only care if my material's "felt"
And my spiritual health
All my ppl sayin
Ahhh there he go
With his lyrical self
Slow
Slow
Take it Slow
Slow
Take it slow
Slow
Take it slow
Slow
Take it slow
Take it slow
Life so stressful
Feeling downcast
Tears behind the clown mask
Many wrestle with the brown bag
Need smthg retro for the soundtrack
On a vacay
Chose to go to Montenegro
Cuz it sound black
Where the lounge at?
Can a man find peace?
Miss my childhood
Life was like in Stand By Me
Now I'm sitting with some damp eyes
Listening to Landslide
Thinking bout time
And other things money can′t buy
Free...
Deleted damn IG
Everyone frontin like bosses
Franchisees
With some fine wines
And a plate of pan-fried meats
And fries
Man, that's always been the anti-me
I'm not anti-screen
But what a seems
A sight for sore-eyes
Is just an eye-sore
I′m sorry, we cyborgs
One-eyed
Short-slighted
Borderline blind
Bored
Overtime minds warped
Ugh, kids like ′he nice
But he sound like a old person'
All this soul-searching
And no twerking
Now see me
Getting low
Working the pole
Til my bones hurtin
Magic City
The nursing home version
Slow
Take it Slow
Slow
Take it slow
Take it slow
Slow...
But watch that horsepower go, man
I could watch a 4 hour show
Flow′s pure flour!
No wonder bread
He making more sourdough
Than those poor cowards
Bow your head and
Pour a little Coors out
For the many thats gone
Due to copying trends
I'm on the Baltic Sea
Rocking with some
Latvian friends
That call me Kobe
Cuz I ball and I′m
Awfully intense...
(Kinda racist but)
Not being sensitive about it
It's cool, gotta think of things in context
I been a idol
Back before the singing contest show
I win at freestyles
And the king of concepts - both
Own so many boats
I might begin a conquest - nope!
Never cared about material wealth
It′s like wool
Only care if my material's "felt"
And my spiritual health
All my ppl sayin
Ahhh there he go
With his lyrical self
Slow
Writer(s): Shadrach Kabango, Ricardo Del Mundo, Thearthur Washington, Thomas Moffett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com