Born Too Slow

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Just like seventies goofballs He's waiting on last calls Well listen to Method Man Cause if you leave him the last line Don't leave him the brown kind Born just a little too slow.. Just a little too.. Oh your lights are burning too.. Just a little too.. Oh just a little too.. Cause if he picks up the wrong kind You'll know you'll be turning blind Gun at your head Lay him down just the wrong way You know that he's turning gray Born just a little too slow.. Cause if you leave him the last line Don't leave him the brown kind Well listen to Method Man So if you're leaving him calling You know you'll be falling Lights are burning low Your stars are burning gold Lights are burning low Your stars are burning gold Born just a little too..