Eyes Low
Eyes low, eyes low, soul gone
All day n night on weed
My confidence a no show
Hit twice to fall asleep
Eyes low, eyes low, Soul gone
All day n night on weed
My confidence a no show
Hit twice to fall asleep
Bad luck, good vibes
Came back and I'm better
No fuck, no lies
Your shit doesn't matter
Berlin, Hamburg, Frankfurt, Munich
Living everywhere
Like those places be unique
But you smell money in the air
Drug money, dollar bills
Diamond mode, colored Pilles
Take a flight all drinks are filled
Todays menu
Feel my drill
He wanna fuck I climb the pole
He wants a slut I gave him more
I gotta butt that he adore
Bitch my ass in Penthouse-floor
Baby you know I work hard
And you just wanna wait for me
Sorry but I wanna be the boss bitch of a
London Street
I don't care what you be saying
You know I'm slaying
Even my mom wants me failing
She never praying
You wait for but I'll never shaking
Boy ain't nobody can break me
Eyes low, Eyes low, soul gone
All day n night on weed
My confidence a no show
Hit twice to fall asleep
Eyes low, Eyes low, soul gone
All day n night on weed
My confidence a no show
Hit twice to fall asleep
Nasty, all in
Tiger King calling
Everybody be my friend
But Baskin's be falling
Money will never be missing
Fuck it just kidding
I don't remember you kissing
Nobody fucking my mind what I'm wishing
Eyes low, Eyes low, soul gone
All day n night on weed
My confidence a no show
Hit twice to fall asleep
Eyes low, Eyes low, soul gone
All day n night on weed
My confidence a no show
Hit twice to fall asleep
All day n night on weed
My confidence a no show
Hit twice to fall asleep
Eyes low, eyes low, Soul gone
All day n night on weed
My confidence a no show
Hit twice to fall asleep
Bad luck, good vibes
Came back and I'm better
No fuck, no lies
Your shit doesn't matter
Berlin, Hamburg, Frankfurt, Munich
Living everywhere
Like those places be unique
But you smell money in the air
Drug money, dollar bills
Diamond mode, colored Pilles
Take a flight all drinks are filled
Todays menu
Feel my drill
He wanna fuck I climb the pole
He wants a slut I gave him more
I gotta butt that he adore
Bitch my ass in Penthouse-floor
Baby you know I work hard
And you just wanna wait for me
Sorry but I wanna be the boss bitch of a
London Street
I don't care what you be saying
You know I'm slaying
Even my mom wants me failing
She never praying
You wait for but I'll never shaking
Boy ain't nobody can break me
Eyes low, Eyes low, soul gone
All day n night on weed
My confidence a no show
Hit twice to fall asleep
Eyes low, Eyes low, soul gone
All day n night on weed
My confidence a no show
Hit twice to fall asleep
Nasty, all in
Tiger King calling
Everybody be my friend
But Baskin's be falling
Money will never be missing
Fuck it just kidding
I don't remember you kissing
Nobody fucking my mind what I'm wishing
Eyes low, Eyes low, soul gone
All day n night on weed
My confidence a no show
Hit twice to fall asleep
Eyes low, Eyes low, soul gone
All day n night on weed
My confidence a no show
Hit twice to fall asleep
Credits
Writer(s): Antonia Von Melville
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