Slow Rise. Video (MV)

Slow rise, out of bed like I'm getting older
Oh my, empty crib heavy like a boulder
Oh why, treat me like I'm an organ donor
No time, sit around play with super soakers

Slow rise, up ahead feel it getting colder
Oh my, cookie jar need to switch my donor
Oh why, living life with a f*cking smoulder
No time, for old flames in my mental folder

Whatever
Listen to your mother
Too busy playing house just to listen to your father
Too young to even know why he was sleeping in the ghetto
Now you don't trust no one cause he was sneaking in stilletos

However
Missing all my brothers
You love some and you lose some to forget them for forever
I wonder if they wonder what I'm doing, sent a letter
Just to say that I'd been driving round hoping that I'd forget them

So I'm packing now
Ain't no backing out
Feel the hole deep in my soles gonna keep me tracking out
Everybody wants what they can have
Everybody wants to stay
But everybody just ain't me gotta keep on moving every day

Slow rise, out of bed like I'm getting older
Oh my, empty crib heavy like a boulder
Oh why, treat me like I'm an organ donor
No time, sit around play with super soakers

Slow rise, up ahead feel it getting colder
Oh my, cookie jar need to switch my donor
Oh why, living life with a f*cking smoulder
No time, for old flames in my mental folder

I'm better
Saving life for later
My doctor has new ways to think
I take them altogether
I gotta give a shoutout to my older unborn brother
Somehow he beat the system
Young in my mind for forever

So I'm packing now
Ain't no backing out
Feel the hole deep in my soles gonna keep me tracking out
Everybody wants what they can have
Everybody wants to stay
But everybody just ain't me gotta keep on moving every day

Slow rise, out of bed like I'm getting older
Oh my, empty crib heavy like a boulder
Oh why, treat me like I'm an organ donor
No time, sit around play with super soakers

Slow rise, up ahead feel it getting colder
Oh my, cookie jar need to switch my donor
Oh why, living life with a f*cking smoulder
No time, for old flames in my mental folder