far He slid away, He slid away. It's one step over the ledge, You're fading fast into dead ends And tell me why you stand with Tight wire and cold hands
we slow hands You put the weights around yourself We spies Oh yeah we slow hands Killer, for hire you know not yourself We spies We slow hands You put
slow hands You put the weights around yourself We spies Oh yeah we slow hands Killer, for hire you know not yourself We spies We slow hands You put
on the weekend Stylin' out to the beat that you're freakin' Fantasize on the track that you're tweakin' Blow my heart up Put your hands on my waist,
Oh lover, don't you dare slow down Go longer, you can last more rounds Push harder, you're almost there now So go lover, make mama proud And when we'
' may not be gold, don't let nobody play me If you are my homeboy, you'll never have to pay me Go on and put your hands up when times is hard, you stand
medicine One teaspoon of me is something like a pack of blow Too much of me too fast and you'll overdose Treat you like a newborn baby, I'll feed ya slow
gassed Like I'm a thing of the past. Better slow down, dummy, you 'bout to crash STINK PUSSY HOE! I'm giving you a bath, Thermometer in hand and I'm comin
my hand And you can bet I'm holding it close Don't wanna climb, don't wanna fall Don't know where to start it all I can start by taking it slow First
had to fit in So tryin' to keep up with my progress is like a dead end My girl love me but fuck it, my heart beat slow And right now the tour bus is
crib with my feet up Phone starts ringing, getting blown up Got another show that I putted up It never slows down You walk in and throw your hands up
it 'til you feel you've had enough Bottles of champagne have us all in this position A grown-ass man, now I need an intervention We could make tonight the night if you'll just listen Start it out slow
back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street Catch me in the Kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry Cruising down 8th Street, off-white Lexus Driving so slow
it anyway Shake hands, the truth smiles all around As I sell my body by the pounds Sign my name on the dotted line It would be fate to not resuscitate Slow
for you To the rythym of my love for you, and now it's beating slow, and you know this the end of the road when i sing this slow song for you you And
Yeah, it's Bad Boy, baby Neptune's and we won't stop 'Cause we can't stop Yeah, let me tell you something Sometimes I rhyme slow, sometimes I rhyme quick
deep, my shit is deep They don't have a direct understanding of me Fuck what they planning for me I just won't accept the bullshit that they handing
can't do shit But still I can't ride with program, fearing no man Hit the car door, let the door slam It's a blessing that he had slow hands But he's