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Choo Jackson
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Slow Days
If you don't get what a nigga saying, then just read the captions 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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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.
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