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COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Brian John Beck
Letrista
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KALINAW
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Letra
Slow Down
I ain't tryna rush for the showdown
Sun, wait for me to get gold brown
Can't wait to go and find gold now
I gotta slow down
Packed a big pack, it's cold now
Wanna get back to my home town
I might roll back when I calm down, yeah
Slow Down
I ain't tryna rush for the showdown
Sun, wait for me to get gold brown
Can't wait to go and find gold now
I gotta slow down
Packed a big pack, it's cold now
Wanna get back to my home town
I might roll back when I calm down, yeah
Slow down
I was tryna get a dollar real quick
Yeah, then I had to deal with all the real shit
Goddamn all the fucking bills that killed me
Got a feeling like I'm sick I know you feel me
Cause the stress fucking bitchin', please heal me
But it's in me
Got plans and I will be free like a mo'fucking bird
I heard that the people wanna ill me
Really really want a milly for my safety
And another pretty milly for my baby
Yeah, if I touch it now it would kill me
Took plenty of pennies, not wealthy
Took minutes for granted, not healthy
Made many portraits, not selfies
This shit is home made, that's jelly
My shots so smooth like KD's
My dreams get high like AD
My bitch a highlight lady
And we get high like
Slow Down
I ain't tryna rush for the showdown
Sun, wait for me to get gold brown
Can't wait to go and find gold now
I gotta slow down
Packed a big pack, it's cold now
Wanna get back to my home town
I might roll back when I calm down, yeah
Slow Down
I ain't tryna rush for the showdown
Sun, wait for me to get gold brown
Can't wait to go and find gold now
I gotta slow down
Packed a big pack, it's cold now
Wanna get back to my home town
I might roll back when I calm down, yeah
Writer(s): Brian Beck
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