Slow

Got my foot flat on the N2, unimaginable the things I get myself into,,

Camera lights flashing on my dash, I'm going to fast,

I might just swerve like Diana and then crash,

I make my shit last, money long like Lebron,

Stacks thicker than Savannah, please don't get me wrong,

The purpose of this song, to get that Girl out her thong,

to change the mood of this room and to see her flower bloom,

Music loud wherever I go,

Guess these bands I got make to much noise,

From up here it seems little that's my viewpoint,

That's how I see things, look at the joy they bring,

I love how what I do is still Lingering,

Got my God up lights passing by me fast,

I honestly thought that blunts high wouldnt last,

switch lanes and I swerve, reverb