Lyrics Slow Down - Damu, Chuuwee, Looselyric

Slow Down

I justify every right of it by saying she had no fucking right to pester me and\nbother me that way\nSo no, I don’t feel like I’m wrong\nSo this is how it is\nSaw you on the corner with your friends\nLaughing at me, acting like I don’t exist\nDamn, didn’t except for it to end cause of him\nThat’s like going to a hooptie from a Benz\nPretending like I didn’t give a shit about it then\nTil she ran up at the crib screaming, «Baby let me in!»\nAnd I would’ve ignored it, but then again\nI remember when I wasn’t shit\nWe knew each other since age 10\nWe was high school sweethearts\nGraduated and both went to the same college\nDropped out after we barely obtained knowledge\nCause the first trimester could never be what you thought it\nAnd you was uncertain about if this is what you wanted\nSaid you want to date around and baby I can’t stop it\nAnd you was being honest about it, I couldn’t knock it\nMoving so fast, was a little outta pocket\nBut if it’s not love, I don’t hate\nI wish you wouldn’t keep on playing these damn games though\nAnd if it’s not love, I don’t hate\nI wish you wouldn’t keep on playing these damn games with me\nPhone call saying she wanted to come back\nSomebody once told me that they always run back\nAnd whether I choose to accept, became attached\nTried to tell her why I’m iffy about it, she got mad\nSpazzed out on me and busted the damn latch on the door\nGuess love don’t live here no more\nI seen her on the corner again on day four\nWith a brand new nigga, she been acting like a whore\nThis love costs pain, that’s something I can’t afford anymore\nSo I gotta cut it short, mi amor\nAnd neither one of us is even sure, either or\nWe should break it up and leave it as friends with rewards\nScars on the heart and both of us bed sores\nI just gotta get away from it all, I hit the door\nSent a sad text, she don’t me anymore\nNowadays, we ain’t even homies anymore\nBut if it’s not love, I don’t hate\nI wish you wouldn’t keep on playing these damn games though\nMight as well take a shit on my heart\nHow you play with and shatter it, then you pick it apart\nFuck that shit bitch\nSame shit every weekend\nGot me going off the deep end\nFeeling a little seasick, I see you trying to sneak in\nEven while I’m dreaming, you bugging when I’m sleeping\nAsking can we pick up where we left off\nUntil I got that icepick and slit your fucking chest off\nTold your ass relax, but you just had to put the pressure\nDriving niggas insane when we constantly address y’all\nJust come up off my nuts, pick up your panties, put your dress on\nBut now you get your death on, eternally you sleeping in that grass\nLike the salad to some motherfucking dressing\nThat bed that you rest on, you made it\nThis go for every bitch that tried to trap herself\nA nigga better put a fucking vest on\nSleep with your fucking eye open bitch\nBut if it’s not love, I don’t hate\nI wish you wouldn’t keep on playing these damn games though\nMight as well take a shit on my heart\nHow you play with and shatter it, then you pick it apart\nFuck that shit bitch\nSo just tell me, one more time, what was it really that made you wanna kill her?\nWhat women don’t understand is that playing mind games with someone will make\nthem fucking crazy\nAnd if you’re going to be rude and selfish like that\nThen you deserved to be fucking punished