Slow Down

[Intro: REASON]

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(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

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