LoWkEy
I keep it lowkey
I'm a friend of Loki
I'm mischievous
Drift in Tokyo
Guess I took your
Eyes outta your
socket blew your mind
I'm sorry tho
I know I'm sick
That's why I take home
Leave me alone
When I'm in my home yo
Ready get set go
Follow your gut bro
Followers goin up
Dollars comin' tho
I got two personalities
And one of em is innocent
I love technicality
But sometimes I make no sense
Back in the day
They used to make fun of my innocence
Now that I'm fucked up
They love to see my confidence
Darn it
Imma play you like Stinson Barney
Gotta rest and then party
I don't like you I'm sorry
I'm gonna kill every instrumental
Imma chill like it's extra menthol
Gotta agree my ex was mental
I'm a package that she can't handle
I'm packed with my stacks
Don't you dare turn your back
Life hacking this shit
Eight o eight's gotta hit, well
One-life, two-tone
Three eyes, four phones
Five guys, six homes
Seven figures, Ate(eight) alone
Nine outta ten she a baddy tho
Yes she had it all
But she didn't have me
Ain't nobody like me
I know what I can be, huh
I do think I was born like this
Like, I don't think there was something that happened
That made me like this
Cause this was always just
How I was
I don't wanna mess up
I know I lack in skills
All I do is wake
and start stacking bills
Life too hard
But I ain't popping pills
Moving forward
Feels like standing still
I'm chilling in my stu
When I pull up I'm in a mood
Stayin healthy eating my food
Having a girl might feel good
But it's not better than being alone
As long as I'm in my zone
Goin harder now then I'll be gone
Switching up my verse then you'll be blown
Away, I'm on a mission saving the day
I'm on a mission which ain't far away
Got an addiction it's helping me sway
My discography is like a buffet
You can choose any track
Everything I made from scratch
Each song getting better and better
I ain't capping I'm spitting just fax
I'm just spitting just fax yeah yeah
I'm just spitting just fax yeah
I gotta wrap this shit up
It's too much now it's heavy for real
Double o one
I'm out
I'm a friend of Loki
I'm mischievous
Drift in Tokyo
Guess I took your
Eyes outta your
socket blew your mind
I'm sorry tho
I know I'm sick
That's why I take home
Leave me alone
When I'm in my home yo
Ready get set go
Follow your gut bro
Followers goin up
Dollars comin' tho
I got two personalities
And one of em is innocent
I love technicality
But sometimes I make no sense
Back in the day
They used to make fun of my innocence
Now that I'm fucked up
They love to see my confidence
Darn it
Imma play you like Stinson Barney
Gotta rest and then party
I don't like you I'm sorry
I'm gonna kill every instrumental
Imma chill like it's extra menthol
Gotta agree my ex was mental
I'm a package that she can't handle
I'm packed with my stacks
Don't you dare turn your back
Life hacking this shit
Eight o eight's gotta hit, well
One-life, two-tone
Three eyes, four phones
Five guys, six homes
Seven figures, Ate(eight) alone
Nine outta ten she a baddy tho
Yes she had it all
But she didn't have me
Ain't nobody like me
I know what I can be, huh
I do think I was born like this
Like, I don't think there was something that happened
That made me like this
Cause this was always just
How I was
I don't wanna mess up
I know I lack in skills
All I do is wake
and start stacking bills
Life too hard
But I ain't popping pills
Moving forward
Feels like standing still
I'm chilling in my stu
When I pull up I'm in a mood
Stayin healthy eating my food
Having a girl might feel good
But it's not better than being alone
As long as I'm in my zone
Goin harder now then I'll be gone
Switching up my verse then you'll be blown
Away, I'm on a mission saving the day
I'm on a mission which ain't far away
Got an addiction it's helping me sway
My discography is like a buffet
You can choose any track
Everything I made from scratch
Each song getting better and better
I ain't capping I'm spitting just fax
I'm just spitting just fax yeah yeah
I'm just spitting just fax yeah
I gotta wrap this shit up
It's too much now it's heavy for real
Double o one
I'm out
Credits
Writer(s): Aditya Das
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