(Chorus)

Move slow, Move (I'm having too much fun with this %#@! for real)

Don't go to fast, well
(uh) Move slow, (ladies) Move (fellas)
Don't go to fast, (one time) well


(Verse)


I'm glad I took the time to refine each line
But I still feel the pressures of time
With a blunt in my hand and a bottle of wine

All I really want to do is $#&@ing recline
Like seat back, relaxation
I need that, it's part of my vocation

Or at least I thought it was
Till the high was the kill and the kill was the buzz
Give me streets, cities, or burrows

Either way you can't deny words are thorough
Part genius, part lunatic
Either way you can't deny flow is sick


(Chorus)


Move slow, Move
Don't go to fast, well
Move slow, Move

Don't go to fast, well

(Verse 2)


Damn! I'm addicted to getting lifted
Off the ground till the ground has shifted

A feeling I grew too fond of
For too long, now I'm so for gone
3am text like what you doing?

Got a whip that we could go cruise in?
Oh for real, you just doing nothing
Okay I'll call the boss tell him I'm sick or something

Because I'm feeling restless like what's next
Got a million things to do on my check-list
But for now I'm just good with

Chilling out with you and smoking this spliff (yeah)

(Chorus)


Move slow, Move
Don't go to fast, well

Move slow, Move
Don't go to fast, well


(Let's slow it down one time)

(Chorus)


Move slow, Move
Don't go to fast, well

Move slow, Move
Don't go to fast, well
(I like that)