Low Card Lyrics

Filthy lucre, the worst version of you

The kind that goes lower and lower and lower each day, oh yeah

They put you over, you can't lace up your boots

You gotta cough that rattling, rattling, rattling around, oh yeah, alright

Hey buddy, what you got there

That little shine is glimmering, glimmering, glimmering in your tape, oh yeah, alright

I'm fucking sick of it, I'll take you to my grave

I'll keep hustling, hustling, hustling along, oh yeah, alright

I'll see you at the garden

I'll see you at the garden

You're gonna give it up, dump your pockets out

You're gonna pay to, pay to, pay to, pay to play me, yeah, alright

It's just the race we run, I'll take it to my grave

We never talk and talk and talk and talk about it all, oh yeah, alright

I'll see you at the garden

I'll see you at the garden

I'll see you at the garden

I'll see you at the garden

I'll see you at the garden