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Lord Don T Slow Me Down

lord won't slow me down I'm tired and I'm sick Got a habit that I can't, won't lick Feel hungover and I'm all in love Let the lights go down Me and

lord won’t slow me down I’m tired and I’m sick Got a habit that I can’t, won’t lick Feel hungover and I’m all in love Let the lights go down Me and

' blarin' It ain't loud enough, man Oh, these muh'fuckers think I'm gon' play with 'em Oh, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, I ain't gon' play wit'cha, man

me, provide me with a gun Slide the weeded road, come get high with me You don't come weed with me anymore You don't need me anymore Believe me bitch

come around jockin On my tip when on the radio my recors be rockin Don't come frontin askin me for a pound You ain't invited means you simply ain't down

? posse deep Baby, don?t just sleep ?coz we got it goin? on ?Coz in the New Jack City, you gotta get paid in the shade Shackin? up, don?t want a down

If maybe he can tell me why you hatin' on me Bitin' on me, why you want me to show a nigga leatherface in me Don't fuck around nigga he's a real buck

We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations And I'm waiting for the Lord, oh, please don't leave me forsaken Caught up in the doom, prepare

I'ma pull my chrome I don't wanna have to send a nigga home Lord please take me home Come and take me home -Chorus- -Phil Collins- So take, take me