Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slow Motion , by - FredfadesRelease date: 01.06.2017
Song language: English
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 |