Текст песни Slow Down - Ekoh

Yeah
I guess this road is taking me a lot
Further than I ever thought it would
But there's multiples paths to get you to the finish
And they don't always take you places you wanna go
Choose wisely

I'm not trying to win a challenge, I'm trying to find some balance
Going down this rabbit hole in hopes to find my Alice
But I found that action futile, I need to practice moving on
'Cause I got calluses from holdin' on this shit too long
I'm writing songs in hopes to find myself in all these words
Maybe make a little money in the process, sure
But first tell me what the fuck is happiness
'Cause I've been looking back and tryin' to see when I was happiest
I got the thing I wanted now I'm dying tryna manage it
Think that I was happier before I even had this shit, okay
Tell me what the fuck to do now,
I spent a decade building this house to wanna move out
You lose now? Then everybody talking shit was right
But what does it matter in the grand scheme of life, right?
Like what a dream, I didn't picture this
These videos just make it all look like it's cash and bitches
I miss the days when I could find a real escape in music
Now I just get anxious every time I listen to it
And yeah, your Twitter feed is garbage, I'm feeding it to myself
Comparing myself to others is killing my mental health, uh
My girl is telling me that I should hit a meeting, yeah
But I don't wanna hit another fucking meeting, damn
I feel bad all the time being stuck in my head
And then expecting her to come and talk me off the fucking ledge
That ain't a friend, that's a co-dependent
I hope this shit didn't know the truth but I just won't admit it
And yeah, I told you I would stop and take a break, but didn't
I know it's hard for me to chill when I don't know the ending
And the truth is when I think about the end that shit is scary too
But if there's one thing that I know, I wanna be with you
The only constant in a world that's always changing
And these fans can be fickle, the music, I might not make it
I'm just being real, I'm not gon' gas my shit up
Like it's the greatest shit ever, nah
If you like it you like it, fuck
I'm not gon' put that pressure on me to impress who
A bunch of strangers on the net who never met you
But know the shit talk, it's like from another ten views
Rip apart your dream 'cause they dying to be accepted too
Nah, I'm done being a punching bag
For punching bags going punch, I ain't punching back
The running man, running in place and running outta breath
That energy is probably better used on something else
But I don't ask for help and even when you asked to help me
I don't answer back, leaving text unread, yeah
I'm sorry I've been busy, so busy, yeah
So vital, so fucking important, right?
Nah, so insecure and so out of place
Using all of this work as a escape but know I
Could be a better friend, could be a better son
Could be a better man, could learn to open up
Could try to love myself, then I won't need approval
But will I still make music? I'll try to be more useful
I keep on trading on my values but
Been afraid to take a good look at me lately
I guess it took this to finally see that no
Amount of plays, views, followers, or likes can save me
No, I might never be the same again
But I feel better after writing this, I'm saved again
The cause of my stress, the cure for my woes
I guess you never really know where this detour goes
Check it

Smash your breaks, going way past the speed limit
Life moving too fast, need to slow down
Smash your breaks, going way past the speed limit
Life moving too fast, need to slow down
Slow down, slow down