Choo Jackson - Slow Days lyrics
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I get the greatest satisfaction, when I’m here relaxin
Get a fuckin beer, you a fuckin queer
Cause you been talkin hela shit and still no one hears
And I just disappear, into the heavens
I’m living minutes and seconds, just tryina not to be second
I’m first place, while you second
I killed the track and I wreck it
Just wrap it like man it’s hectic
When most of these niggas selfish
I’m eating records for breakfast
I’m sorry homie, can’t help it
You would never get nothing
If you’re rappin for a necklace
And I’m the hottest shit upon your checklist
Sometimes I feel blue, but I don’t set trip
I do this for my cousin, I was hot when he said I wasn’t
I’m just fucking up your function,
In my town I’m fuckin buzzin
That’s the end of that discussion
When you rap I get disgusted
Everytime you drop a track,
I hear that shit and be like fuck it
So fuck it, and tell my mama I’m sorry for the cursing
She don’t know how many times
The teacher said I would be nothing
But I never hold no grudges cause I know my shit is bumping
And I’m on my own class so you better switch the subject
[Hook]
And just open your mind, and take me away
And stay on your grind, I love the slow days
Just open your mind, and take me away
And stay on your grind, I love the slow days
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I love the slow days
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I love the slow days
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I love the slow days
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I love the slow days
And I’m so fed up, with all of this dead stuff
Jewelry, money, hoes, that shit that blow your head up
Fair enough, that shit you be saying isn’t scaring us
But I just want peace in the world, that’s if you care enough
Colorful thoughts up in my head, that be flaring up
While I’m a dark place, I don’t play the heart race
They got a young nigga, never had a courst case
In celebration for that, them vans look like short cake
I really work hard man, I really work hard
And I’m a big dog man, had to find my own yard
Been through it all, even got my own scars
Can’t wait to go and buy my niggas, they own cars
The vision that I envision when you listen
And I’m just speaking real man, you just gotta pay attention
My rasp ain’t doing crimes, I’m just waiting on the sittin
And now all the pilgrims got thanks for my giving
[Hook]
And just open your mind, and take me away
And stay on your grind, I love the slow days
Just open your mind, and take me away
And stay on your grind, I love the slow days
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I love the slow days
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I love the slow days
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I love the slow days
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I love the slow days.
