I wanna be your number 1 fan, but from the stage Know it's hard to see way up in the stands
I understand, but damn
Wishing I could be that one man, but you juggle Way too many of them with one hand
I understand, but damn
Yea, Slow down baby, let me be your yellow light The way we met was wrong, let me say hello right You need a mellow night, a break from this ghetto life The way I roll make them haters wanna yellow dice She say what matters is that you keep them stilettos nice And when you slap this ass, it shake like Jello, right? Well alright, roll them cigarellos tight I nicknamed her bape chicken and yellow rice Pretty brown skin, long blonde hair And she know they talking but she never gon' care Cause when you balling trash-talk is what you gon' hear I can't imagine what a fall upon LeBron's ear Always been the girl that didn't have to wait in line Niggas buy her watches just for making time Fake say "give it up" never had to ask They call her the stick up girl that never wore a mask Baby, ain't you tired of life in this fast lane? Packing luggage, rushing, trying to catch that last plane? There's some dudes who take pride in trying to gas dames The same dudes will see her and give they last name Funny how I became the apple of her eye The game went South and I'm a rapper from NY Don't get me wrong: lil mama love "Trap or Die" But through it all she kept her watch on the dapper guy And fell in love with a 2009 verse She said before we met, I fucked her in her mind first We crossed paths, a mixture of karma and luck I walked in strong, mentally palming my nuts I got em swarming and stuck, she calm in the cut You know me? I can spot a Swan from a Duck My approach? Smoother than an Armani tux The diamonds going off, like the alarm on a truck The small talk, warming her up, she palming her cup She told me that I make her laugh and I'm charming as fuck But for now she had to go, the chat just quickly changed She was chilling, now she leaving, I mean that was kinda strange Asked "can we meet again?" She said "that can be arranged" And I'm sure we both have phone numbers that can be exchanged We did, she slid, that'd a be explained But for now she hopped into a Platinum-colored Range
See baby, see you gotta get ur mind right while there's still time left. You know life, wanting VIP sections and flight confirmations Jumpin start to star, got ur own constellation I aint tryna say dat u, shit, maybe I am Never follow ur heart Sure to lose your mind...if u neva follow ur heart..
You need to Slow down...(Yes baby u need to slow down) Slow Down.... You need to Slow down You need to Slow... You need to Slow... You need to Slow Down You need to Slow... Baby for real You need to Slow it on...Slow it on Down.
