(Verse 1)
Yo I awake as the sun rays flood through the house
A wide spread array of natural shapes, colors, and sounds
Walk out with a smile and a blunt in my mouth
But all I see are heads down, self struggle and frowns
It’s bugging me out how desperately humans exist
Just to be able to live and pay rent for the crib
It’s so stressful, tryna keep some food in the fridge
Spending more time at work then they do with their kids
This system is rigged, as they profit while we can’t afford
Economize the land galore, monopolizing chains and stores
Demands ignored to the knowledge that we came across
Billions of dollars every hour being gained and lost
So flame the torch till your Newport’s hittin’
And watch weeks fly quicker than a New York minute
Fast living’s the motto with cash, women, and bottles
Scamming each other allowing classism to follow
(Chorus)
Like Slow Down! What’s the hurry for you to go there?
Seems like everyone’s in a rush to get nowhere
Can’t spare a second for no one, you’re on your own here
Unless it’s in texts and instant messages our phones share
But me? I don’t give a fuck, I got no cares
Living off-line, outside in the cold air
Rather that than have to go get cash
Just to get trashed and crash, headed Nowhere Fast
(Verse 2)
I rhyme to rhythms to escape through my subconscious living
Cause out of options they’re giving nothing has got my interest
From Politicians, to glocks and bitches, to stocks and business
Most of us fit the basic descriptions of the common victims
Overworked and underpaid, Go in early come home late
Kids are hungry no one ate, fix up something for a plate
Tuck your shirt in, go and shave, no more cursing, go behave
Prove you’re worthy of your wage, not a person, you’re a slave
Monopolized and monetized for your pockets pride
You either prophesize or increase your profit size
Apologized for the fact that I won’t compromise
Blunted writing rhymes after hours at my 9 to 5
Economized these dummies because we’ve failed them
So hurry up and spend all your money before the sale’s done
We pay inflation, we pay the nation, we pay as patients
Pay for transportation, entertainment, and our education
(Chorus)
Like Slow Down! What’s the hurry for you to go there?
Seems like everyone’s in a rush to get nowhere
Can’t spare a second for no one, you’re on your own here
Unless it’s in texts and instant messages our phones share
But me? I don’t give a fuck, I got no cares
Living off-line, outside in the cold air
Rather that than have to go get cash
Just to get trashed and crash, headed Nowhere Fast
(Verse 3)
So act now before your dreams get crushed
Ain’t no replays, you only living each day once
Gravity rotates to levitate our galaxy
Resonate our planet’s needs and regulate it’s travel speed
Educate mortality, legislate legality
Elevated mentalities use entertainment valuably
Delegate fatalities then celebrate the casualties
Seeing through the lies of this cellophane reality
A hell of an analogy, words are displayed carefully
In and out of dimensions searching for transparency
Herb therapy, I’m passed needy and desperate
Can’t even keep up with insurance, gas, weed, and electric
Infrequently rested, feet are sore, calloced, and cracked
And bound to collapse from mastering this balancing act
Cause after they tax I’m barely making $80 off a day shift
Then by the time I get to deposit it, Gotta pay shit
(Chorus)
Like Slow Down! What’s the hurry for you to go there?
Seems like everyone’s in a rush to get nowhere
Can’t spare a second for no one, you’re on your own here
Unless it’s in texts and instant messages our phones share
But me? I don’t give a fuck, I got no cares
Living off-line, outside in the cold air
Rather that than have to go get cash
Just to get trashed and crash, headed Nowhere Fast
Longtime Style P collaborator Fortes serves up instrumental versions of eight of his productions for the New York rapper. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2020
