(die young, I don't wanna die young)
K, check me out
I don't want to make another
(I don't want to leave)
K
K
Come back to reality Tom
I don't want to make another motherf*cking slow song
Twenty bad bitches in the club, keep your clothes on
I don't want to be rich
I don't want to leave
I just want to give my family everything they need
Check, check, check Momma I made it
I never left it up to fate, waiting, karma or praying
I'm f*cking hungry
I want it and I need it I'll get it
And I don't even want to hear it unless it's young emcee records
I'm f*cking starving
I'm up against radio hits
They've got five song writers and a team on the mix
Engineers with the master and a marketing dist'
When it's all said and done, the song isn't his
Woah
Never did it for the power, money, respect
Never did it for the women I'm still hanging with the rejects
For the kid who was barely breaking even
Now you'll never ever catch me in a record label meeting what's up
Uh, k, check, check, check
Twenty in my pocket that's enough to get wrecked
Pour one out for my friends, for my love, for my losses
Turn it to a faucet, it's not stopping
All my day ones prophets
All my angels monsters
And the age old question is the same old promise
All my day ones profits
All my angels monsters
And the age old question is the same old
I don't want to make another motherf*cking slow song
Twenty bad bitches in the club, put a coat on
I don't want to be rich
I don't want to leave
I just want to give my family everything they need
Everything they need
Everything they need, me
Everything they need give them everything the need
Everything they need
Everything they need, me
Everything they need give them everything the need, woah
(want to leave)
The closer to success the more afraid of failure
Coping mechanisms and bad behaviour
What it means
I can never sleep when I'm close to my dreams
Pulling out hair on the weekend
Bottoms up, MJ the way I'm leaning
Hanging ten on the ledge not steezing
But I don't want to make another motherf*cking slow song
Emcee KB - Slow Song Freestyle Lyrics
Emcee KB - Slow Song Freestyle Lyrics
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(die young, I don't wanna die young)
K, check me out
I don't want to make another
(I don't want to leave)
K
K
Come back to reality Tom
I don't want to make another motherf*cking slow song
Twenty bad bitches in the club, keep your clothes on
I don't want to be rich
I don't want to leave
I just want to give my family everything they need
Check, check, check Momma I made it
I never left it up to fate, waiting, karma or praying
I'm f*cking hungry
I want it and I need it I'll get it
And I don't even want to hear it unless it's young emcee records
I'm f*cking starving
I'm up against radio hits
They've got five song writers and a team on the mix
Engineers with the master and a marketing dist'
When it's all said and done, the song isn't his
Woah
Never did it for the power, money, respect
Never did it for the women I'm still hanging with the rejects
For the kid who was barely breaking even
Now you'll never ever catch me in a record label meeting what's up
Uh, k, check, check, check
Twenty in my pocket that's enough to get wrecked
Pour one out for my friends, for my love, for my losses
Turn it to a faucet, it's not stopping
All my day ones prophets
All my angels monsters
And the age old question is the same old promise
All my day ones profits
All my angels monsters
And the age old question is the same old
I don't want to make another motherf*cking slow song
Twenty bad bitches in the club, put a coat on
I don't want to be rich
I don't want to leave
I just want to give my family everything they need
Everything they need
Everything they need, me
Everything they need give them everything the need
Everything they need
Everything they need, me
Everything they need give them everything the need, woah
(want to leave)
The closer to success the more afraid of failure
Coping mechanisms and bad behaviour
What it means
I can never sleep when I'm close to my dreams
Pulling out hair on the weekend
Bottoms up, MJ the way I'm leaning
Hanging ten on the ledge not steezing
But I don't want to make another motherf*cking slow song
K, check me out
I don't want to make another
(I don't want to leave)
K
K
Come back to reality Tom
I don't want to make another motherf*cking slow song
Twenty bad bitches in the club, keep your clothes on
I don't want to be rich
I don't want to leave
I just want to give my family everything they need
Check, check, check Momma I made it
I never left it up to fate, waiting, karma or praying
I'm f*cking hungry
I want it and I need it I'll get it
And I don't even want to hear it unless it's young emcee records
I'm f*cking starving
I'm up against radio hits
They've got five song writers and a team on the mix
Engineers with the master and a marketing dist'
When it's all said and done, the song isn't his
Woah
Never did it for the power, money, respect
Never did it for the women I'm still hanging with the rejects
For the kid who was barely breaking even
Now you'll never ever catch me in a record label meeting what's up
Uh, k, check, check, check
Twenty in my pocket that's enough to get wrecked
Pour one out for my friends, for my love, for my losses
Turn it to a faucet, it's not stopping
All my day ones prophets
All my angels monsters
And the age old question is the same old promise
All my day ones profits
All my angels monsters
And the age old question is the same old
I don't want to make another motherf*cking slow song
Twenty bad bitches in the club, put a coat on
I don't want to be rich
I don't want to leave
I just want to give my family everything they need
Everything they need
Everything they need, me
Everything they need give them everything the need
Everything they need
Everything they need, me
Everything they need give them everything the need, woah
(want to leave)
The closer to success the more afraid of failure
Coping mechanisms and bad behaviour
What it means
I can never sleep when I'm close to my dreams
Pulling out hair on the weekend
Bottoms up, MJ the way I'm leaning
Hanging ten on the ledge not steezing
But I don't want to make another motherf*cking slow song
Writer: Kobe Borowetz
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid