She loves to lean, she's on that syrup
She used to love to sing, but she lost her spirit
When she was 17, the sky was the limit
But she sold her wings, for the hit of the heavens

Now at the eulogy, words from the bishop
Slow down
Take it easy, take it easy please before you burn out
Take it easy, take it easy

He was born to pain, at least that's what he got told
To impress and undress the empress, he murdered for the gold
Parapapapapapapa-time gun, goes the sound of the guns control
The same man that put you behind bars, is the man that sold you the arms
We are ballers chasing dollars
Till the judges hammer fall

Slow down
Take it easy, take it easy please before you burn out
Take it easy, take it easy
Slow down
Take it easy, take it easy please before you burn out
Take it easy, take it easy