Take It Slow
• Written by SWisely
Feels like forever I've been waiting just to lay these lines
But every time I get up to the mic it undermines...
The lack of ability to spit this hostility
I got nothing but love, blessed with humility
Now, people will say that I shouldn't even get on this track
After all I'm white and my flow is wack
But I tell them I'm that boy from the burbs
Spit it holy, pro-verbs
Leave your girl, no words
Say things so slurred
my vision is so blurred
filthy's the known word
chauffeur is preferred
Walking? That's absurd
and for now... I stay unheard.
(Hook x2)
Drink filthy, gotta take this drink slow
what happens in the end you already know
sometimes I wonder what I even stick around for
wake up in the morning layin' on the floor
But sometimes I just feel I've got no time to rhyme
After all it's hard working a job, that's overtime
I can't buy more of it like Bill Gates
I'm talking multiple estates
I'm wasting my time, I'm no Stephen Hawking
Just a dead man walking, no time for talking
I get up to the mic and make the flow feel right
But it's a bit obtuse
That's just another excuse
Working on an angle with a cute Latina
Booty badder than Katrina
All legal, no subpoena
Demeanor cleaner than the Pope in a beamer
No misdemeanor cause filthy drinks..
that's a street cleaner
(Hook)
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SWisely
Member since September 19 2015