Let it flow slowly Girl away you there from when I need you as my closest friend You should calling me Say she want the Rastaman How could this be? It's only love Same way that I want you Girl it's the same way, girl you want me too

What did you do to my eyes You better slow down baby soon It's all or nothing to you What did you sing to that lonely child Promised it all but you lied Oh, the devil's inside You opened the door You gave him a ride Too young to know, too old to admit

Chained our love together, never took it slow We was undercover 'til it overflowed, over exposed And now we know, life on overload Don't we always make a show Of love, life on overload Must we make a spectacle of love? Yeah we used to flirt with freedom

Oh, but if you want to win it You win my heart Yeah, you get it all You make my motor run Just go faster, faster, don't be slow Rev it up, rev it up 'til your engine blows You win my love, yeah you're number one

Murderer Used to think the quick now thoughts travel the slowest I remember so they want to murder RA 'Cause I got knowledge of self Unoheal, Unoheal (Rock a bet) Who want low boats of keys from overseas Then put it in the streets and spread like a

You never know homie, might meet some hoes homie You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homie Drive slow homie, drive slow homie My homie Marley used to stay, 79th and May One of my best friends from back in the day Down the street from Calumet, a

I slow down but it ain't slow no more I stack up 'cause it don't fold no more I pop pills 'til I can't feel no more I wanted fame but I don't know no more (Lord, save the world) I just pour 'til I can't pour no more Tryna be sane but I can't hold no more

Walk slow and low on a tightrope Hope it lasts but you know, you never know Up high in the middle of nowhere Don't know but you know when you get there You never know Take a chance we can dance up in mid-air Feel so good, I could die, but I don't care

Said I'm so sick of love songs, so sad and slow So done with wishing you were still here So why can't I turn off the radio? Why can't I turn off the radio? And I'm so sick of love songs, so tired of tears So done with wishing she was still here (Why

Yeah, I said it Yeah, I said it, babe Yeah, I said it (ooh yeah) I ain't tryin' to think about it, no Yeah, I said it, boy, get up inside it, uh I want you to homicide it Going slow and I want you to pop it uh And I think I kinda like ya