Lyrics Slow Motion - Fredfades, Ivan Ave

Slow Motion

Blue November:
This life, I swear, I’ve seen this before
Lived a thousand times so keep your fucking words in your throat
Hot and hectic, eclectic you can’t neglect genetics
While you forcing up aesthetic all my niggas original
Pals?
Nope, better cope with some coke
With some words from the pope
And some hoes that you scoped from the bottom of the slope
The dirtiest of dope, whats faith to a broke nigga
Living with a fever equipped with a fucking cleaver
That’s tryna build like a beaver
Get your chin up and your chest out, you fucking with the best out
Had to get that off my chest, like this chick that I’ve vexed
Vocals laid out the beat is feeling stressed
The kicks fighting with the snares cause my flow is too blessed
I’ve keep it locked in a crest, mesh my blood with the pen
Now I’m spilling every organ from my legs to my head
I’ll deal with the stress, I let the rum do the work
I don’t need to rehearse
Mastered, but my lungs is mixed poorly got me a shorty
I don’t be messing with floozies
Keep me focused as the lotus sprouts broken
You stare at the beauty, you just act like you knew me
Conquer my duty, rubies, gems be the groupies
Just a little Lucy, keeps me goofy when I act unruly
Good vibes in other words you on some lazy shit
The only vibe I trust is work, I ain’t ask for this
It’s how it gotta be
Been planted the seed.
It’s how it gotta be
So when you ask why I’m mean?
It’s how I gotta be
Chorus: (Zae/Ivan Ave)
I got my hands on the keys with the crumbs from the weed
I think this shit’s a fucking dream, in slow motion, slow motion, slow motion
Slow motion.
Slow motion.
Slow motion
Zae The Philosopher:
Why yo mamma head me, Should have wore the safety
I can have no babies, I’ve been goin' crazy, I’ve been stressin' lately
Talk behind my back, but won’t you get up in my frontal?
You ain’t got a single word to say, you just bundled
All your feelings up, now my chin is up, I’ve been a thug
Space park pimpin' at the parking lot, it’s been a ???
You will ever trick me out my money, cause, I’ve been a plug
???
sylinder
And my Soundcloudin' niggas know it’s over, ain’t nobody steppin' to me
Ain’t it ???
In the heat of the moment, they get cold like Minnesota
Movin' Twitter fingers, but you fold up
When we come around your city, bet they know us
Everybody, know us, bet they know us
When we come around your city, bet they know us
Everybody, know us, bet they know us, we always show love
Chorus: (Zae/Ivan Ave)
I got my hands on the keys with the crumbs from the weed
I think this shit’s a fucking dream, in slow motion, slow motion, slow motion
Slow motion.
Slow motion.
Slow motion