So Slow

[Verse 1]
Yo, yo somebody roll one up
Lookin' to get lifted, man, you got the purpose stuff?
Journey through my mind where time doesn't matter
If I ain't in Wonderland, I'm madder than the Mad Hatter
Climbin' up the ladder so life keep me at a decent height
But I'm feelin' stressed out, good thing that I got a light
Yeah, good thing that I got a life
Where I'm workin' for my passion, doin' it right
Yeah, 'cause most kids say the same
Workin' in their 9 to 5s 'cause they gave up on the game
They weren't one of the lames, but they gave in from the hate
Found my one lane next to the left side of the interstate
Used to sound on the ground, found a way to integrate
Now when little rappers hear the flow, who they imitate?
And it's such a crazy feeling; I love the way the smoke move when the crew's chillin'
Lookin' to get high enough to see past the ceilin'
'Cause chillin' with stars, to me, is just too appealin'
These little bitches said, "Change," don't know what they deal is
Told them never had one, who the hell are they kiddin'?
I'm gettin' plays now; that's just what progression is
Come and take a puff of this if you really stressin' shit
So feel this, been thinkin' 'bout what "real" is
Nah, I don't give a damn; I'ma shut up and hit this

[Chorus]
Baby went to Amsterdam
She put a little money into travelling
Now it's so slow, so slow (so slow)
Baby went to Amsterdam
She put a little money into travelling
Now it's so slow, so slow (so slow)

[Verse 2]
Hands stuck to the old E 'cause [?] O.G
Steady sippin', watch some fans just trippin' on the old me
Still I'm just the same kid, dreams are tryna make ya big
But never get it twisted, somethin' like holdin' two splits
Double-jointed, but since I got 'em I'll enjoy it
Lookin' to be my own boss, no need for employment
Some dogs is chained to cubicles, what I'll call an "employed bitch"
I gotta do my own thing, what I'm callin' "employed rich"
Yeah, 'cause that's the only goal
Pack a blunt and a ladder 'cause I heard the world's cold
Now I'm sittin' in the studio with a couple roll
'Cause they say life's what happens when you're busy makin' other plans
I plan on makin' music all my life, so I don't understand
Maybe I'm a little dumb, but I think I can prove 'em wrong
Or maybe that's exactly what's happening like all along
And I didn't even see it
They all wanted hurt believin' all that "yo, she needed me" shit
Put it on the mic to fight to try to make her see it
Gainin' all these haters, givin' 'em reasons to eat shit
Evolvin' from a heartbroken idiot to becomin' this
Yeah, maybe that was it
Or I'm trippin', yeah, I'm trippin'
Too much thinkin' from this weed shit
Got my steady flippin' light went up 'cause I don't need this
'Cause you know what to say when the bomb rips, clear that shit

[Chorus]
Baby went to Amsterdam
She put a little money into travelling
Now it's so slow, so slow (so slow)
Baby went to Amsterdam
She put a little money into travelling
Now it's so slow, so slow (so slow)