Letras
Down, down (round, round)
We've gotta slow it down
Down, down ('round, round)
Slow it down
Yeah
It still feel like yesterday
Momma was getting me ready
You don't get that chocolate
'Til you eat all your veggies
Said, "Don't miss the greens
I didn't make you too many"
"You bet' not stop 'til it's empty
You bet' not stop 'til it's empty"
"And clean that plate when you done"
I got a lot on my plate
I mean I'm my momma son
I guess I'm kin as of late
And I've been writing some songs
Sorta righting my wrongs
Morning memories of mademoiselles
All night long
So where'd I end up in your tier list?
A-plus? B-list?
I fuck you up so bad
That you just had to pray to Jesus?
Did I knock you down so hard
That you done shattered into pieces?
I pity any motherfucker that
That puzzle pleases
Can I just travel back
When I didn't think about the money?
When my friends was fine
And the days was sunny
I was hungry then
I'm still hungry now
I was ugly then
I guess I'm bummy now
It's funny how the days pass
Months come to blend
I got the same laugh
Back then, held your hand
We crossed the same path
I'll walk you to class
We can walk right past
Take you back to my pad
Funny how time pass, huh?
Down, down (round, round)
We've gotta slow it down
Down, down ('round, round)
Slow it down
I need my time to just slow down
Pour me a drink, I need one more round
Pouting never got you a thing
Don't take the low ground
You're the bigger man
But you the youngest sibling
And you just need a hand