Slow Motion - Fredfades, Ivan Ave

Blue November:

This life, I swear, I’ve seen this before

Lived a thousand times so keep your fucking words in your throat

Hot and hectic, eclectic you can’t neglect genetics

While you forcing up aesthetic all my niggas original

Pals?

Nope, better cope with some coke

With some words from the pope

And some hoes that you scoped from the bottom of the slope

The dirtiest of dope, whats faith to a broke nigga

Living with a fever equipped with a fucking cleaver

That’s tryna build like a beaver

Get your chin up and your chest out, you fucking with the best out

Had to get that off my chest, like this chick that I’ve vexed

Vocals laid out the beat is feeling stressed

The kicks fighting with the snares cause my flow is too blessed

I’ve keep it locked in a crest, mesh my blood with the pen

Now I’m spilling every organ from my legs to my head

I’ll deal with the stress, I let the rum do the work

I don’t need to rehearse

Mastered, but my lungs is mixed poorly got me a shorty

I don’t be messing with floozies

Keep me focused as the lotus sprouts broken

You stare at the beauty, you just act like you knew me

Conquer my duty, rubies, gems be the groupies

Just a little Lucy, keeps me goofy when I act unruly

Good vibes in other words you on some lazy shit

The only vibe I trust is work, I ain’t ask for this

It’s how it gotta be

Been planted the seed.

It’s how it gotta be

So when you ask why I’m mean?

It’s how I gotta be

Chorus: (Zae/Ivan Ave)

I got my hands on the keys with the crumbs from the weed

I think this shit’s a fucking dream, in slow motion, slow motion, slow motion

Slow motion.

Slow motion.

Slow motion

Zae The Philosopher:

Why yo mamma head me, Should have wore the safety

I can have no babies, I’ve been goin' crazy, I’ve been stressin' lately

Talk behind my back, but won’t you get up in my frontal?

You ain’t got a single word to say, you just bundled

All your feelings up, now my chin is up, I’ve been a thug

Space park pimpin' at the parking lot, it’s been a ???

You will ever trick me out my money, cause, I’ve been a plug

???

sylinder

And my Soundcloudin' niggas know it’s over, ain’t nobody steppin' to me

Ain’t it ???

In the heat of the moment, they get cold like Minnesota

Movin' Twitter fingers, but you fold up

When we come around your city, bet they know us

Everybody, know us, bet they know us

When we come around your city, bet they know us

Everybody, know us, bet they know us, we always show love

Chorus: (Zae/Ivan Ave)

I got my hands on the keys with the crumbs from the weed

I think this shit’s a fucking dream, in slow motion, slow motion, slow motion

Slow motion.

Slow motion.

Slow motion