Eyes in the Mirror

Stay low key
Roll my weed
I got you, you got me
(And a lil' Korean goddess next to me!)
Be yourself
Not no one else
That shit bad for your health
(Think we all need some help!)

Don't let go
Free your mind and you'll start to no
Tice how good it feel in your mental
And I know things ain't that simple
Down below
I was sleeping them nights was cold
Had to dig myself out a dark hole
And I can hear you cry when the wind blow
Can't think about suicide gotta get glo'd
Gotta be better than my uncle for my damn folks
I can see my momma tears on the window
When they falling from clouds in a rainstorm
Dead body hanging above of your damn lawn
Looking up at myself like where's this thing gone
Real life dogg this ain't no fucking brainstorm
I was going acorns before I met myself without no face on

But now I'm back on my shit
Dropping VV's when I hit the rig
Little educated lil' ignorant
It's okay to be a lil' different
Most can't tell what the difference is
Real recognize real when you spit this shit
100% OAK up in my sentences
That's my motherfucking word you can't censor this, nah!

Stay low key
Roll my weed
I got you, you got me (And a lil' Korean goddess next to me!)
Be yourself
Not no one else
That shit bad for your health (Think we all need some help!)

See I'm higher than your voice gets in customer service
I don't like be being broke shit be making me nervous
Psychedelics elevate my mind state with a purpose
Now re-emerging from curtains to merk shit
With burnt lips bitch how I'm hitting these verses
Know that jit sick that's why I'm flirting with nurses
In the hospital bed trying to get me some service
And rewire my circuits cause my brain be hurting, damn!

Ridin' with that shit on me
Slide in that bit' OV
Everything moving so slowly
Hope I ain't remembered for an OD
Wish that I could say that was the old me
But I'm still gettin' thew with the brodie's
Don't be fucking with that bitch boy she grody
Sipping codeine here's my keys please hold these

Before I hit a T-Sneak sleep in the beep beep
Ride with some hoes and then crashed into the pole
Even with a Squeegee jit couldn't see me
We don't rip GB's boy that shit gross
I'm a let it go
Jiggin' up out the motherfucking soles
Of these Golf Le Fleurs wrapped round my toes
Seeds buried in the hole watch they finna grow
Into trees marijuana leaves rollin' up to OAK!

Stay low key
Roll my weed
I got you, you got me
(And a lil' Korean goddess next to me!)
Be yourself
Not no one else
That shit bad for your health
(Think we all need some help!)



Credits
Writer(s): Luke Oakley
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