| Yeah, yeah
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| Soul
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| Look
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| Times is gettin' darker, my time gettin' borrowed
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| My nieces getting smarter, they startin' to feel that shit, look
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| I tell 'em, «Uncle busy,"they don’t wanna hear that shit, look
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| I say, «See you tomorrow,"that promise never garnered
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| I never told nobody this, but I lost a son
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| Or maybe it was a daughter
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| Look, I say «it"'cause if it’s real, I gotta face that part of
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| My deepest fears that’s growing near, they call that feeling karma
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| I’d have to be a father
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| And look at how I did all these bitches, look, I mean women
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| All throughout my life, drunken and scattered nights
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| She don’t believe in abortion, pressure forced her
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| So she sacrificed, and all for what?
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| A little head or nut and bragging rights
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| Something that I made myself forget so I could pass the nights
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| But how she sleeping? |
| She prolly ain’t sleepin' or barely
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| I never once felt guilty, maybe that’s the part that scares me
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| Maybe that’s the part that is fucked up
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| Need to grow up
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| Slow down, slow down, yeah
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| Slow down, yeah
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| You puttin' a rush on all your progress
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| You need to appreciate your process (Mmm)
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| Need to slow down, yeah, slow down, yeah
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| Slow down, yeah
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| You puttin' a rush on all your progress
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| You need to appreciate your process
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| Look, my cousin called me, ignore it, I don’t pick up the phone
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| But I used his struggle for records and now my blessings growin'
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| I never told him «Better Dayz"was coming out to public
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| Just put his business to the masters, then I hit the road
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| I told your business to the world so I could make some gold
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| What I didn’t tell you was there’s an apology that was owed
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| What I didn’t tell y’all is how strong my fuckin' cousin is
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| After «Better Dayz,"hit by a whip, shattered bones
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| Coma, while he’s sleeping, we pray that he wake up
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| Rappers cap for a foundation, this shit I can’t make up
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| Rico woke and told us calmly that while he was sleeping, dreaming
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| Reminisced of us as kids playing, wasting days up
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| And it kept him calm, so calm, thank God that he’s still living
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| And thank God even more that he’s strong, and so I’m forgiven
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| Told me, «Rob, I was upset, but I’m glad that you told my story
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| I couldn’t admit addiction, I’m glad that you told it for me
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| I’m glad you living your dreams and I’m glad you was ever worried
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| I lived my life as a hustler, although this new life is boring
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| It’s much safer, keep my pace and recover, then rose to glory and shit»
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| Don’t say no more, I got something I never spoke
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| I’m sorry I wasn’t man enough to call you first
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| And your story never forgotten while I write this verse
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| I’m glad you moved back from Atlanta and made your way home
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| And no matter how quick life is movin', I’ll pick up the phone
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| I’m sorry (Yeah)
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| Slow down, slow down, yeah
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| Slow down, yeah
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| You puttin' a rush on all your progress
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| You need to appreciate your process (Mmm)
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| Need to slow down, yeah, slow down, yeah
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| Slow down, yeah
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| You puttin' a rush on all your progress
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| You need to appreciate your process
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| Bitch, I don’t know what I’ma wear
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| How boy texting me, talkin' 'bout he in town
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| Told me to pull up to the crib
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| Nigga, please
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| Yo, Solo, you ready?
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| Church
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| Is Carson in the house?
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| Carson is definitely in the motherfuckin' house
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| One, two, three, four |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Slow Down , by - Reason. Song from the album New Beginnings, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп