Slow Spinnin'
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Slow (slow) Spinnin'
No (no) Guarantees
I’mma be ending up in my
Own (own) crib this evening
I wanted to hit the road
So I’ll get good sleep in
I know that I’m far too gone
So till then I’ll just be
Slow (slow) Spinnin'
No (no) Guarantees
I’mma be ending up in my
Own (own) crib this evening
I wanted to hit the road
So I’ll get good sleep in
I know that I’m far too gone
So till then
VERSE 1
It’s been a long week
Finna hit that happY hour
Rollin' to the bar quick
Get that Amaretto sour
Three sips, four sips
He part his lips like its forceps
Bar pouring drinks like its faucets
And he throwing tips like its costless
Got a little wealth cuz he paid now
Bought top shelf he be laid out
He can’t stay up so he stay south
He just gave up so he face down
Got a eight ounce in his pockets
But he can’t bounce, legs won't move
He making out in the darkness
With a brick house who just left her dude
Woah--
Get some Aquafina take a seat and put your feet up
The chica from before she say really want meet up
She give you all her info when she roll you thinking
She was sounding sexy as she look you call her onomatopoeia
Now you try to dip so you decide that it’s ya last one
You tell your clique that you’ll be fine and put your glass up
(Take a) Take another Hennessy w/ lime but you is not drunk
So you finna do it one more time they call you daft punk
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VERSE 2
He act like life is a pipe
That you should smoke til you die
They call him Sean Paul
He always thinking just gimme the light
He end up sparking up in the parking lot
'Til he spot a cop then he smarten up
Too drunk to be starting stuff
But he out of luck tryna find the truck
Finally grab his whip and then he stumble as he finna get in
Got double vision like he got a bad astigmatism
Riding home
He getting tired
Eyes are low
Drive a hundred miles
Grab the phone
Start to dial
Say hello
He can hear the smile like
"Hey don’t you think you callin kinda late?
Okay you need to stay with me but I ain’t at my place
I’m drivin' down the interstate I won’t be home 'til eight
Now wait somebody's brights is all up in my face!"
[Screams]
Boom
You flying high right through the divider
Just in time you catch her eyes the moment you colliding
[Silence] Silence -- this wasn’t what you ever had in mind
When you had whispered that tonight you decided to get inside her
CHORUS
Slow (slow) Spinnin'
No (no) Guarantees
I’mma be ending up in my
Own (own) crib this evening
I wanted to hit the road
So I’ll get good sleep in
I know that I’m far too gone
So till then I’ll just be
Slow (slow) Spinnin'
No (no) Guarantees
I’mma be ending up in my
Own (own) crib this evening
I wanted to hit the road
So I’ll get good sleep in
I know that I’m far too gone
So till then
VERSE 1
It’s been a long week
Finna hit that happY hour
Rollin' to the bar quick
Get that Amaretto sour
Three sips, four sips
He part his lips like its forceps
Bar pouring drinks like its faucets
And he throwing tips like its costless
Got a little wealth cuz he paid now
Bought top shelf he be laid out
He can’t stay up so he stay south
He just gave up so he face down
Got a eight ounce in his pockets
But he can’t bounce, legs won't move
He making out in the darkness
With a brick house who just left her dude
Woah--
Get some Aquafina take a seat and put your feet up
The chica from before she say really want meet up
She give you all her info when she roll you thinking
She was sounding sexy as she look you call her onomatopoeia
Now you try to dip so you decide that it’s ya last one
You tell your clique that you’ll be fine and put your glass up
(Take a) Take another Hennessy w/ lime but you is not drunk
So you finna do it one more time they call you daft punk
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VERSE 2
He act like life is a pipe
That you should smoke til you die
They call him Sean Paul
He always thinking just gimme the light
He end up sparking up in the parking lot
'Til he spot a cop then he smarten up
Too drunk to be starting stuff
But he out of luck tryna find the truck
Finally grab his whip and then he stumble as he finna get in
Got double vision like he got a bad astigmatism
Riding home
He getting tired
Eyes are low
Drive a hundred miles
Grab the phone
Start to dial
Say hello
He can hear the smile like
"Hey don’t you think you callin kinda late?
Okay you need to stay with me but I ain’t at my place
I’m drivin' down the interstate I won’t be home 'til eight
Now wait somebody's brights is all up in my face!"
[Screams]
Boom
You flying high right through the divider
Just in time you catch her eyes the moment you colliding
[Silence] Silence -- this wasn’t what you ever had in mind
When you had whispered that tonight you decided to get inside her
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