"Get Slow"
Wait up.
Get slow with us, old adversary.
In gold we trust. Let’s burn this money.
You sold your stock. You’ve got no potential.
Last time you rushed, found your ass in Mexico.
Trade up.
Two steps from cool, one small incision,
Too old to care, that’s seven digits.
Big plans or not, they still punched your lights out.
That brain you’ve got is one less thing to talk about.
Bad calls in bars / They still know you like that.
That’s all you are / (Being no one isn’t so bad).
Dream loud and large / You’ve got no potential.
Let’s call a car.
Of every dreamed-up plot that you had,
“Being no one” isn’t so bad.
Get slow with us, old adversary.
Get slow with us / We still know you like that.
Time’s all you’ve got / (Being no one isn’t so bad).
Big plans or not / They’ll still punch your lights out.
Seems overthought.
Of every dreamed-up plot that you had,
“Being no one” isn’t so bad.
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