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letra de slow ride - nicky g

(hook)
cuz it’s 3 am. i ain’t got nowhere to be
set the cruise down to 33, lower my seat
slow riding through the night while the city is sleep
used to pray i could fly away (x2)

(verse 1)
my gas at half. couple miles i’ll be down to a quarter
95 south til i hit the border
it’s the edge of the morning and i’m yawnin, lawd
what can i say, i’m beyond bored
so i drive (uh) lookin for moves (uh) lookin for life (uh)
a turnt night (uh) that’s why i cruise
my radio blasts outkast from ’97, slightly revving to the jazz
cuz i’m stuck in the past. and ooh lawdy
my foot barely touches the gas. i move slowly on the overp-ss
and i muse. question why me and my folk don’t live in the sky
but we under, living just for the city like stevie wonder
unofficially livin. seem we simply existing
imagine coastin closer to bein free of this system
that’s darker than my windows tinted. my state of mind
as i roll below the speed limit

(hook)

(verse 2)
and i’m plottin on the world. my mind’s in a whirl
it’s deep as james earl as i jones for girls
scoop my homies up and we ride out
gang of night owls on the hunt for trouble til it’s light out
cuz the city is ours for the hour. i’m feelin howard dean
with that sorta power. my seat’s on power lean
my team’s on sour d, my dreams on kawasakis
pushin 3 milly, i’m stuntin and poppin wheelies
until the world feel me, i know i could never stop
simile for how i circle the block. like that
hold my phone up and write raps, i make a right turn
almost rear-end a white ‘lac, but i swerve to avoid wreckage
now my boys reckon i can’t drive
talkin bout i caught a contact high
no clue what they talkin bout
but the night’s young, it’s time to hit the waffle house

(hook)

(verse 3)
know where i’m headed. forget the gps
and you ain’t gotta ask, just know he next
you ain’t heard my rhymes? oh lord, i got a whole h–rd
they call it conscious, but really i’m no-nonsense
cruisin down 85, glad i’m alive
sa got his groove back and i’ma prove that
with the lengthy catalog and much resolve
used to stress about little sh-t, what did that solve?
lookin back at my life, endured the perfect storm
now i’m transforming past the norm. been through h-ll on earth
and i ain’t goin back
when my time is up and they put me in that he-rs-
f-ck bein a statistic. me, i’m just livin
regardless of the circ-mstances, i ain’t never quittin
and it’s all work before i even think to play
this is hard work. f-ck what they got to say (whaat?)

(hook)

- nicky g

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