Slow Down REASON (Ft. Alemeda)
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[Intro: REASON]
(Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system)
(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
(Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system)
(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
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