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letra de how did we get to this - slow boys

[intro: the next movement]

you’re the best thing (i ever had)
my sole desire, and every, every, every man’s
you’re the best thing (how i feel is)
your tenderness (your tenderness)
now tell me, baby
ooh baby
how did we get to this?

[verse 1: j boi]

yo guys, i’m about to freestyle
j boi back
making raps

uh, how did we even get to this?
looking back, all i’m trying to do is just reminisce
this sh-t makes me feel so good
just like my first kiss
don’t need to get mad, don’t gotta throw a fit
uh, we just kids trying to have fun
slow boys so enlightened, like we really from 3001
one more than andre and i shoot threes, just like thompson
my shot’s so wet, like i’m shooting from a water gun
i’m not just anyone
my song’s for everyone
i can’t be out sung, outrun, or outdone
my rhyme’s so strong, like i just hit a homerun
my rhyme’s so nice, it can conjure up some loved ones
if you think that we was done
then you must be really dumb
we in for the long run
frb, where we begun
’bout to make a wrap run
oh, you want zig-zag ones?
’bout to roll a blunt after i leave all you d-mn b-tches done
uh, how did we get to this
we got to this sh-t man purely on faith
took the hate
made it great
while you just sit there and wait
for f-cks sake
we the slow boys, but you can’t partake
how did we get to this

[verse 2: mr. php]

spend nights inside this town, this house, this mind, i’m dreaming
the bib’s on my wall, times past, i’m always reaching, i’m seizing
when emails get the best of my scheming
i’m praying everyday, but my wings turn down to demons
but, i don’t give a sh-t, not now, i never will
the constant f-cking shots are all marks of my missed k!lls
and misplaced beliefs, and my intentions
i break laws every weekend, but i’d die in detention
did i mention that this is it?
can’t be blocking halls or signing out
no time for pizza, pillar tops, fakin shots, mind me dropping out
not copping out but copy work, for time to open up my house
i’m diving south, to cover peaks and lows with spit, not out my mouth
shouts out to the boys riding with me since grade school
shouts out to the b-tches we give sh-ts enough to date, too
shouts out to the snitches, just know we f-cking hate you
and shouts out to the slow boys, guys i actually relate to
don’t let me fade too
you want to make it too?
we’ll get together in the summer, room to break rules
i know you hate tools
but i’m a tool who’s being used
so i’m drowning it in toad stools, body abused
don’t worry, missing you peacing for 2nds
seconds spent with you weren’t wastes of time, just wastes of lessons
how did we get to this, made a crew that’s bonding brethren
seems like yesterday was our first day, f-cking as freshman

[verse 3: yung cartier]

i should probably brush my t–th because my rhymes are f-cking filthy
doing what i’m told, verdict: not guilty
you can call me juice, i get away with what i want
listen to me spit, and you’ll know i’m a savant
b-tches hit my line when they’re hungry for some d-ck
yea, i know they want it in the realm of kendrick
showing me their t-tties, i’ve seen some double-d’s
unlike demar derozan, i’m never hitting threes
i’m more like johnny stockton, i’m always getting dimes
but i never slam the same -ss more than one time
i must be made of velcro cause they always start to cling
my d-ck’s inside a new chick’s mouth, while she just keeps texting
and i don’t give a f-ck, i’ll hit her with that read
so i can just sit back and enjoy some nasty head
she’s always using tongue, a la french kiss
balling out, loving life, man, how’d it get to this?

[verse 4: fat one]

i’m drew fatone
i’m the one
and i’m here to have fun
that’s why they call me fat one
i’ve been here since 2001
but now it’s 20-16
you know what i mean
it’s the f-cking future, i used to be a zero
now i’m the hero
you think you’re good, but i’m even better
rub that p-ssy until it gets wetter
-h-llo?-
take your papers and put them in the shredder
i’m the fat one but i’m light as a feather
and i like to wear christmas sweaters
but it all comes back to-
how did we get to this?
we started off as just kids
i remember my first kiss
we used to be boys
just playing with toys
now we’re all grown up, but we’re still making noise
but it all comes back to this
yea, it all comes back to this
how did we get to this
how did we get to this

[verse 5: qp stankz]

uh, yeah, how did we get to this?
i don’t know but now i’m gonna keep a clenched fist
ask me about my problems n-gga, i got a list
life’s got me so stressed, so i keep rolling spliffs
i’m not gonna lie, i thought about spitting this
but then i realized there’s no reason to be p-ssed
so while the world is trying to give me all this f-cking fake
i’m gonna chill out and keep smoking on the dank
every n-gga wonder why they love qp stankz
‘cause our blunts are all hitting harder than a tank
always finessing, got me on the higher rank
cashing checks, see me chilling in the bank
you can catch me chilling with my n-gga j boi
grinding hard, we playing b-tches like some game boy
when we blow up, we will be making all the noise
best believe i like a b-tch with a little f-cking poise
alright, so now i’m getting straight to the point
chill out, relax, roll another joint
‘cause i’m gonna let mikey make this f-cking beat
st. helen’s dropping soon, hear that sh-t in the street

[verse 6: st. james]

call me st. james, ‘cause my rap game is holy
venerated bars, i ain’t talking ‘bout that xany
twelve girls in my speed dial, ordered by how easy
wrote my first verse, now i’m featured on this ep
sleeping through first block every other day
smokin in kenny’s car, bumping to kanye
now it’s 3 a.m. and i get a call from this b-tch
wondering where i am, saying “how did we get to this?”
here come the drug dogs, call them the school’s b-tch
looking for st. james, man, how did i get to this?
four months left, then we done with this sh-t
graduating high school now, how did we get to this?
driving down route 7, ‘bout to do a l1ck
smoking in my volv’, driving fast to physics
‘cause i ain’t a slow boy, just featured on their sh-t
my verse ain’t over, i’m ‘bout to rap quick
quickly we be rapping
all our verses, we be snapping
no one thought this sh-t could happen
all these slow boys having talent
our cl-sses, we be absent
writing bars, it’s only habit
one day, that palace we’ll inhabit
want some codeine? i got gallons
tripping on this acid
emotions be pouring p-ssion
while i look behind this chasm
to escape from this phantasm
my mind, yea, you can’t have it
in the sky, call me aladdin
on this carpet, no sarcasm
this whole new world, yea, you can’t fathom
5000 b-tches want to hop up on this d-ck
never will get girls like og milkcrate did
recording st. helens, having a great day
shoutout to my boy mikey, this beat is grade-a

[j boi & st. james]

the f-ck just happened thai, what was that?
(st. james, st. james)
when did you add that sh-t?
dude, i wrote that last night
what the f-ck?

[verse 7: stewie vuitton]

school boy soon, a degenerate, known by his -ssociates
led by the spirit, and illiterate, and deemed most appropriate
from the outside view
how you know the best yet and yet not know stew?
i’ve been bikini bottom and back
all keef, no whack
all strength in the paint, where your freethrow at?
every time i went and left for inst-tution they would just overreact
and i’m back, drop bars can’t handle the weight
that’s chill, you’re off the top, i’m selling them straight
i dreamt three times and now i feel again
i fall so hard, a banana peel again
eclectic -ssociation
more for motivation
i snap, comeback, yea, i c-m from m-st-rbation
breathe free, exasperation
born free, for cl-ss of nation
illegal procreation
dual hues, a free dalmatian
no cause for inflammation
no thoughts for deep ovation
you feeling the sensation?
she live for my vibration
how did we get to this, i lost imagination
i pray to god, man, i wait for celebration

[verse 8: og milkcrate]

alright, how did we get to this, b-tch
ah, f-ck
last verse, last verse

we’re the ones that momma said “stay away from”
we your great escape, b-tch, we the great ones
the b-ss drum hits and the fakes
come quick and we waste our days
with our face in fun dip
but f-ck this
‘cause we were only young for a minute
17 years made an image
pedigree kids out smoking blunts
or simply holding our emotions in a solo cup
focusing on chocha, never sober when we posting up
calling for jehovah, moses got my scr-t-m in a cobra clutch
wish i didn’t do a lot of sh-t
or knew the lotto picks
‘cause looking in the past, i was just hocking spit, vomiting
now i’m looking to the future with an honest grin
no more hopping off the cliff when my thoughts are dim
and i got a couple b-tches i could talk about
flipping through their pictures when i’m walking ‘round
and all the crew here
j boi, mr. paul, stewie and james
mikey, cartier, fat one, qp stankz
slow boys got these kooky sk-nks and no blank stares from the audience
we’re the awesome kids
i hope you think of us when you wanna call it quits
or when you saying “f-ck rules” ‘cause you don’t f-cking follow them
99 cents and we still cop this sh-t
swallowing oxygen, that’s how we got to this

slow boys
it’s how we got to this

- slow boys

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