Slow Down

She loves to lean, she's on that syrup She used to love to sing, but she lost her spirit When she was 17, the sky was the limit But she sold her wings, for the hit of the heavens Now at the eulogy, words from the bishop Slow down Take it easy, take it easy please before you burn out Take it easy, take it easy He was born to pain, at least that's what he got told To impress and undress the empress, hе murdered for the gold Parapapapapapapa-timе gun, goes the sound of the guns control The same man that put you behind bars, is the man that sold you the arms We are ballers chasing dollars Till the judges hammer fall Slow down Take it easy, take it easy please before you burn out Take it easy, take it easy Slow down Take it easy, take it easy please before you burn out Take it easy, take it easy