Low Low (feat. Trizzy Don & Patrick LeShore)
I'm fully aware that I'm moving unusual
Awareness on ten
I live on ten, ten out of ten like I am too beautiful
It's like my life is a musical and I am not muteable
Sing in the shower I'm singing right now I tell stories intense as the crucibles
Spitting a foolish tune
Then later we move into something more serious
Y'all to concerned about being the coolest dude that you don't ever be curious
We know the ego at times makes you seem so delirious
Your evilest side doesn't hide when your furious
Bloody hell dude is you on ur period, what is the matter
What's in your bladder
Why you so pissed
Brain is too scattered
Silence is bliss, fuck all the chatter
Sign language then it isn't a factor
Life is a bitch, grabbing a dagger
Put an end to the shit if you think it's too bad i know you'll be missed
Mama be sadder than shit
You don't need to be flattered to have happiness
Up and down, that 101 gon' take me
North and south, that 101 won't save me
Fuck that sound
Take me to the grave I'm tryna take it day by day
I'll go away but I know how to get back
Four door sit low on the floor gotta get gas
Low low low low low no jet pack
I hear a whisper close to my ear like it's pillow talking
I play with life and death like something sick up in this noggin
Might spend this life just tryna level up from window shopping
Take my chances
Story could get sketch at least I'm in the drawing
Pen to paper, jot it down
This potty mouth doing something major
Electrifying as a fucking taser
Growing up I dreamed to be a Laker
Funny how a couple years can change you
Going up my gear like elevators
Going upper decker my lyrics clever my heart full
My belly too, my soul strong don't get in moods
My flow wavy, my hair smooth, melodies groove
Gotta think who I wanna preach too
Wanna make songs you can sing to but keep it grounded
Cause these roots run deep, like carrots
Words hold way too much power for us to be careless
Up and down, that 101 gon' take me
North and south, that 101 won't save me
Fuck that sound
Take me to the grave I'm tryna take it day by day
I'll go away but I know how to get back
Four door sit low on the floor gotta get gas
Low low low low low no jet pack
Awareness on ten
I live on ten, ten out of ten like I am too beautiful
It's like my life is a musical and I am not muteable
Sing in the shower I'm singing right now I tell stories intense as the crucibles
Spitting a foolish tune
Then later we move into something more serious
Y'all to concerned about being the coolest dude that you don't ever be curious
We know the ego at times makes you seem so delirious
Your evilest side doesn't hide when your furious
Bloody hell dude is you on ur period, what is the matter
What's in your bladder
Why you so pissed
Brain is too scattered
Silence is bliss, fuck all the chatter
Sign language then it isn't a factor
Life is a bitch, grabbing a dagger
Put an end to the shit if you think it's too bad i know you'll be missed
Mama be sadder than shit
You don't need to be flattered to have happiness
Up and down, that 101 gon' take me
North and south, that 101 won't save me
Fuck that sound
Take me to the grave I'm tryna take it day by day
I'll go away but I know how to get back
Four door sit low on the floor gotta get gas
Low low low low low no jet pack
I hear a whisper close to my ear like it's pillow talking
I play with life and death like something sick up in this noggin
Might spend this life just tryna level up from window shopping
Take my chances
Story could get sketch at least I'm in the drawing
Pen to paper, jot it down
This potty mouth doing something major
Electrifying as a fucking taser
Growing up I dreamed to be a Laker
Funny how a couple years can change you
Going up my gear like elevators
Going upper decker my lyrics clever my heart full
My belly too, my soul strong don't get in moods
My flow wavy, my hair smooth, melodies groove
Gotta think who I wanna preach too
Wanna make songs you can sing to but keep it grounded
Cause these roots run deep, like carrots
Words hold way too much power for us to be careless
Up and down, that 101 gon' take me
North and south, that 101 won't save me
Fuck that sound
Take me to the grave I'm tryna take it day by day
I'll go away but I know how to get back
Four door sit low on the floor gotta get gas
Low low low low low no jet pack
Credits
Writer(s): Colton Mclean
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