Prior Engagements (Slowed Down Version)

Ka-Flame Speaks

Tell me darling, what went wrong

Was it something I said or lost it

Tell me darling, what went wrong

Tell me darling, what went wrong

Was it something I said or lost it

Another chapter, from this rapper, don't you fold the page

29 years of flowing, say it's showing my age

But I'm back up in the booth, I'm just showing my rage

Been the truth, since a **** used to, roll with Spade

On that Southside, what the fuck, could you say to us

Living through the pain, though they say, that we made it up

Think this shit a game, ho you know, not to play with us

Evading all the fame, can't complain, or say it's luck

Karma is a bitch, don't get stuck, in that state of lust

Sleeping on my flow, yea I know, they be late as fuck

Chilling with this shawty, swear I love, how this lady fuck

Plus she got her own, talking, two new Mercedes trucks

Pulling down my boxers, every drop, know she ate it up

Baby don't stop, the only thing, I could say to her

Counting up this money, I keep getting these paper cuts

Rarely on the phone, cause I try not to say too much

Forever in my zone, talking grind mode

In this race, getting chased, by them fine ho's

Infatuated with the drip, every diamond froze

Call me Flame, can't explain, why my rhymes cold

And fake rappers in this game, why they sign those?

Still I'm shinning hella bright, need a blind fold

Close your muthafucking eyes, let this muthafucka vibe

Say that money talks, never stutter, with them lies

Act surprised, if you want, let it slide, bet we don't

Quick to do a **** dirty, when supplied, with the funk

Four 12's in the truck, as I'm riding, through the city

Rolling in them spots, where them crimes, got committed

Ducking from the cops, on the block, trying to get it

Got no time, for the critics, think it's time, they admit it

I'm the realest of the real, though I never had a deal

R.i.p., to every beat, every track, a **** killed

Still, you can find me in my lab, causing murder scenes

Nice with the flow, even though, every verse is mean

I was 13, listening to Makaveli

He told me, stack that fucking bread, like I'm at a deli

Scary, cause it's something like a nightmare

Longevity, my legacy, is quite rare

Now this rap game crying, saying don't you leave

I love you Flame, I'll give you, everything you need

Sick of dealing with yo greed, it's too late for that

Wonder what's, going through their minds, as they play this back

What I produce, be the truth, I just state the facts

If they running with them snakes, ya know, they lay with rats

Last bars, know I'm sliding, like a cash card

Out this galaxy, I guess, I'm way pass mars

Want a mill, yet and still, what they fed to me?

Filed for divorce, from this game, & what she said to me

Tell me darling, what went wrong

Tell me darling, what went wrong

Was it something I said or lost it

Tell me darling, what went wrong

Tell me darling, what went wrong

Was it something I said or lost it