When I was a young boy Well they tried to tell me That I was movin' Movin' way too fast And I knew everything About everything But I really didn't wanna listen To a bunch of old folks talkin' trash So I got out on the highway Pedal to the floor Smokin' and drinkin' And a whole lot more But when they came to collect me Out of that jail They said boy next time You get no bail You better slow down You better slow down Woke up one mornin' Ooh to a hunger I moaned And I began to twitch Felt the need For some lovin' A little sweet somebody To scratch my itch Momma said I don't mean to pry But I'm here to advise you Seeds like to grow When you put 'em in fertilizer You better slow down You better slow down Doin' my own thing I'm all grown up Yes I am Little bit older But I feel like a young buck I'm ridin' down the highway In a brand new mini van Wife and kids screamin' Ooh God I'm a family man I'm outta mind Losin' control I could leave tomorrow But there ain't nowhere to go You better slow down You better slow down © KEB' MO' MUSIC; WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com