Low Low ft. Trizzy Don & Patrick LeShore Lyrics

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