Slow Down

[Intro: REASON] (Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system) (310-909) Yeah, yeah Soul Look [Verse 1: REASON] Times is gettin' darker, my time gettin' borrowed My nieces getting smarter, they startin' to feel that shit, look I tell 'em, "Uncle busy," they don't wanna hear that shit, look I say, "See you tomorrow," that promise never garnered I never told nobody this, but I lost a son Or maybe it was a daughter Look, I say "it" 'cause if it's real, I gotta face that part of My deepest fears that's growing near, they call that feeling karma I'd have to be a father And look at how I did all these bitches, look, I mean women All throughout my life, drunken and scattered nights She don't believe in abortion, pressure forced her So she sacrificed, and all for what? A little head or nut and bragging rights Something that I made myself forget so I could pass the nights But how she sleeping? She prolly ain't sleepin' or barely I never once felt guilty, maybe that's the part that scares me Maybe that's the part that is fucked up Need to grow up [Chorus: REASON & Alemeda, Alemeda] Slow down, slow down, yeah Slow down, yeah You puttin' a rush on all your progress You need to appreciate your process (Mmm) Need to slow down, yeah, slow down, yeah Slow down, yeah You puttin' a rush on all your progress You need to appreciate your process [Verse 2: REASON] Look, my cousin called me, ignore it, I don't pick up the phone But I used his struggle for records and now my blessings growin' I never told him "Better Dayz" was coming out to public Just put his business to the masters, then I hit the road I told your business to the world so I could make some gold What I didn't tell you was there's an apology that was owed What I didn't tell y'all is how strong my fuckin' cousin is After "Better Dayz," hit by a whip, shattered bones Coma, while he's sleeping, we pray that he wake up Rappers cap for a foundation, this shit I can't make up Rico woke and told us calmly that while he was sleeping, dreaming Reminisced of us as kids playing, wasting days up And it kept him calm, so calm, thank God that he's still living And thank God even more that he's strong, and so I'm forgiven Told me, "Rob, I was upset, but I'm glad that you told my story I couldn't admit addiction, I'm glad that you told it for me I'm glad you living your dreams and I'm glad you was ever worried I lived my life as a hustler, although this new life is boring It's much safer, keep my pace and recover, then rose to glory and shit" Don't say no more, I got something I never spoke I'm sorry I wasn't man enough to call you first And your story never forgotten while I write this verse I'm glad you moved back from Atlanta and made your way home And no matter how quick life is movin', I'll pick up the phone I'm sorry (Yeah) [Chorus: REASON & Alemeda, Alemeda] Slow down, slow down, yeah Slow down, yeah You puttin' a rush on all your progress You need to appreciate your process (Mmm) Need to slow down, yeah, slow down, yeah Slow down, yeah You puttin' a rush on all your progress You need to appreciate your process [Outro: REASON, Alemeda, Ab-Soul] Bitch, I don't know what I'ma wear How boy texting me, talkin' 'bout he in town Told me to pull up to the crib Nigga, please Yo, Solo, you ready? Church Is Carson in the house? Carson is definitely in the motherfuckin' house One, two, three, four