Die Slow

(albüm: Die Slow - 2015)

Ain't nobody gonna hold your hand
Young man you gotta ride on your own
Understand that you can if you know
Let your head bob slow
Ain't nobody gonna hold your hand
Young man you gotta ride on your own
Understand that you can if you know
Let your head bob slow

Put your shoes on
Let's take a walk with the spark
Let's lighten up in the dark
We're watching stars in the park
She put The Who on
I never listened to garden
Was too fruitful
Arguing was neutral
Also I was too gone
My homies spoke regardless
I was coast to spar
I'm on the ropes my God
My lady oo-lah
Still playing games
I pretended like he changed
It's all the same
That sugar cane still sweet as ever
You still got the keys to my Jeep sim-simmer
But you don't even listen to that Ghostface Killah
I should've known
That hateful tone when you talking to your own
It's all a front
I stepped back and scoped
I was lost in the view
I saw the ruse
That's when I knew

Ain't nobody gonna hold your hand
Young man you gotta ride on your own
Understand that you can if you know
Let your head bob slow
Ain't nobody gonna hold your hand
Young man you gotta ride on your own
Understand that you can if you know
Let your head bob slow
Ain't nobody gonna hold your hand
Young man you gotta ride on your own
Understand that you can if you know
Let your head bob slow
Ain't nobody gonna hold your hand
Young man you gotta ride on your own
Understand that you can if you know
Let your head bob slow