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Slow Me Down
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A motivational song for the unmotivated.
singersongwriter james taylor michael frieman brett favre
Solid soulful singer/songwriter music at it's earthy core. Traveling highway, coming of age, timeless music.
Michael Frieman is a native of Wisconsin now residing in Los Angeles California. He lived in New York City for a good long while and decided a beach atmosphere was much needed. Oceans....neat.
Song Info
Genre
Rock • Folk Rock
Charts
Peak #396
Peak in subgenre #17
Author
Michael Frieman (Featuring A-Bondz)
Rights
Michael Frieman
Uploaded
October 01, 2004
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I wrote this to motivate myself into...something...I was feeling the weight of New York City.
Lyrics
A thousand odds to one says i don't make it through the day repetitious ways turn all the pretty colors to gray i smoke another ciggarette down to the marrow in my bones city kicked me in the stomach but you can't take away my home, my tones of home Dead presidents are raining on my daily parade Rich man poor man dirty man it's all the same Fortune and fame make a man give the devil his soul me i just keep on keepin on before the warmth grows to cold now but i Won't let this world slow me down not while my feet are still touching the ground blue jean baby got me back on my feet procrastination trying to assasinate me but i won't let this world slow me down You can't hold me down i'm older now the world is colder now or so ive found as time falls brick walls seem to teach alot im still looking for my dreams thats why i sleep alot cuz awake is fare game and whispers shine bright i need shade in my life cuz freedom dont seem right i wanna burn every school that ever lied to me and every system that discouraged what i was trying to be. I have finnally seen the american dream inside an arian scream coporational bling bling, laugh at the losers crucify the users all so we can sing praises to the abusers well never again if i sever my skin would that lead you to beleive i bleed for what i need no more appologies aloosive profecies the worlds not stoppin me now and aint a damn thing knockin me down (Chorus) Well lets burn the tax mans underpants and set a fire up on capitol hill lets burry all the guns and lose the map so them terrorists got no one to kill wooooo! Lets hurry up and get along with this thing that everyone's calling a life if the only way out is to burry me in booze well i'd rather go out by the knife well i'll rock till i fall at a beer drinkin ball sing a song to kill the hipster scene i figure i could overdose on love and never ever ever hurt my spleen so much depression too much regression slowing everybody down its funny how your conscience can scream all day but it never ever makes a sound
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