"Slow" lyrics
This my metamorphosis but I ain't on my back and shit
Fading off the one foot like Dirk, your boy a Maverick
The kid in terry cloth knit, Fendi print the patterning
Prada crep, patent-leather, stepping like I'm gathering
Many come and go but I don't fold up under pressure
Nah, spirit but a cell phone connect my upper echelon
Stationed in the crib when I get the call
Is it really life if it ain't death involved?
Headstrong, string dial, ticking like the metronome
Grew up in a blessed home, my father was an introvert
Learned I was empath and felt all of my sister hurt
Lit the herb, I can't be the one to solely mediate
I'm keeping faith intact but I admit that I ain't seeing straight
Skewed like the truth when you teeter on a razor-edge
Baby legs, couldn't stand a chance against the days I met
Hurting for a purpose, I was searching for a sign or some'
Then I grew content with what I feel and who I will become
I guess it's in cards, the damage my memories done
Headie One, plenty nights grappling this gripe
Issa knife like 21
25, got a lot I'd like to set aside
Reminiscent of them better times
Brother, where you at?
I know you clever, just send me a sign
I know you clever just send me a sign
The globe is full of souls
The All-knowing sees it all
My forever home is up above and not within a host
I'm learning from the fall, I get up and I go
The totem heaven-tall
This life is short so live it slow
The globe is full of souls
The All-knowing sees it all
My forever home is up above and not within a host
I'm learning from the fall, I get up and I go
The totem heaven-tall
This life is short so live it slow
Fading off the one foot like Dirk, your boy a Maverick
The kid in terry cloth knit, Fendi print the patterning
Prada crep, patent-leather, stepping like I'm gathering
Many come and go but I don't fold up under pressure
Nah, spirit but a cell phone connect my upper echelon
Stationed in the crib when I get the call
Is it really life if it ain't death involved?
Headstrong, string dial, ticking like the metronome
Grew up in a blessed home, my father was an introvert
Learned I was empath and felt all of my sister hurt
Lit the herb, I can't be the one to solely mediate
I'm keeping faith intact but I admit that I ain't seeing straight
Skewed like the truth when you teeter on a razor-edge
Baby legs, couldn't stand a chance against the days I met
Hurting for a purpose, I was searching for a sign or some'
Then I grew content with what I feel and who I will become
I guess it's in cards, the damage my memories done
Headie One, plenty nights grappling this gripe
Issa knife like 21
25, got a lot I'd like to set aside
Reminiscent of them better times
Brother, where you at?
I know you clever, just send me a sign
I know you clever just send me a sign
The globe is full of souls
The All-knowing sees it all
My forever home is up above and not within a host
I'm learning from the fall, I get up and I go
The totem heaven-tall
This life is short so live it slow
The globe is full of souls
The All-knowing sees it all
My forever home is up above and not within a host
I'm learning from the fall, I get up and I go
The totem heaven-tall
This life is short so live it slow
