Lyrics:
the fuck did he get his damn raps from
"I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed"
I'm low down and I'm shifty!
And if you hear a man that sounds like me
parts with his parts out, and
Then he just laid his shit down
And it was great by then went to
'Ye house, played it for him, he
Was like, 'cool' wayne
at the devils he seen But some were just his own reflection
He knew the storm was coming soon
That evening he was found dead in his room
They go low
Low low low
a check (I just ran it up)
3Bandx on go and he fucked yo hoe (And he fucked yo hoe)
Shots be coming out that pole, boy better get low (Boy you better get
you wanna get low
I was with my ladies last night
We were doing quite alright
Until we got interrupted by
By some guys
Who said they can
Change our
was better than being alone. I met one of my best friends this way, Kelly. She was also a teenager, not homeless, but just like me. She wanted to be
Know I'm not done by far
Not til they say they are the Stigmartyr
Of their chosen subject
If all that you wanted to hear was
All that you wanted to hear
always high
Smoking on that Kush got me feeling right
I can't pretend to know like I roll around like I'm the shit
I'm low profiling low profiling low
Money no problem anymore, no dollar can open up this door
No sunny days just like he wanted, he tired of warmin' up with rays of false hope
His hands
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
Sitting at a tiny table in a ritzy restaurant
She was staring at her coffee cup
He was trying to keep his courage up by buying booze
The talk was small when
Sittin' at a tiny table in a ritzy restaurant
She was satrin' at her coffee cup
He was tryin' to keep his courage up
By applyin' booze
Talk was
THOUGHT HE WAS TOUGH
HE GOT HIS MANS
HE REALLY THOUGHT I WAS DOLO
THESE N*GGAS IS CLOWNS AND THEY BOZOS
(BOZOS)
DO SUCKAH SH*T ON THE LOW LOW
(LOW LOW
THOUGHT HE WAS TOUGH
HE GOT HIS MANS
HE REALLY THOUGHT I WAS DOLO
THESE N*GGAS IS CLOWNS AND THEY BOZOS
(BOZOS)
DO SUCKAH SH*T ON THE LOW LOW
(LOW LOW
Of committing suicide
Cause you don't believe
In God no more
He sacrificed his wife and kids
For the jewels he was covered in
But he wanted to get his wife back
Sittin' in a tiny table in a ritzy restaurant
She was starin' at her coffee cup
He was tryin' to keep his courage up
By applyin' booze
And talk
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
abolitionist
Touring the North and telling audiences
About the evils of slavery
The abolitionists wanted him to stay
On his lecture circuit
And repeat the same
Rainy or gloomy days
My screen is still shining bright
You don't know what to embrace
Some more time is all I wanted
I don't see the point in us
Hi
Can't keep it on a low oh oh oh
Can't keep it on a low
I can't keep it on a low oh oh oh
Like James Bond, he approaches his mate with a pickup line
Wanted by the lawyer
Wanted by his daughters
Wanted by the victim who's waiting on an offer
And you're wanted by the princess
And you're wanted by
of
his God. Lately though, he had been visited by many
temptations in his dreams. Promises of pleasure,
riches and power raced through his sleeping mind.
was struck by reality when the two girls screamed
I saw his killer stand up put the gun in his jeans
Saw him wince from the pain as the heat burned his
stepped forward from where he stood in the corner; unable to contain his confusion and rage and screamed "WHY?" His question was answered by Errand Wolfe
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