paroles de chanson LowLights - Bayley

Hit a zed to get out all the Z's
I've been the shit can't count all the fleas
Been the shit that's a stench and a sneeze
Been this lit can't help I'm a tease
Can't help for the please, no hand outs
Me and the Mac that's a band out
Outlawed before I can stand out
This flame too live to fan out
Runway to small can't land out
Guess I'll keep flying
Red hoodie so we know she riding
In the business so she knows she minding
Standing on the edge so you know we grinding
A game of seasons so you know I'm timing it all
Rhyming till fall
Rhyming to ball
Climb from a crawl keep it straight to the rule
As I'm stretching it out put it up on the wall
On the bench now but I'm next for the call
Yeah I'm destined for halls of fame when they call my name
I don't switch I just mix up the reigns
Said I'm the shit can't fix all the stains
Need some heat for this when it rains
No control when I cruise through the lanes
Not in poll that's not me that's the lames
One in the pile I'm in my own grain
Yeah I'm in my own brain

Painting my own scenes
Been at this OD
Fuck top five the only
Lucks off time too holy
Talking to G O D
Moving on my doley
Lowlights and it's low-key
Soul too high to coldly

Shirtless like Swae Lee
I've been typing on the daily
You can feel it through the brailling
No more edge I've broke the railing
Said I'm quiet when I'm taming
Reel it in 'fore you start taking
Keep it neater than the naming
In all caps just like the naming
You can see it bitch it's BAYLEY
I've been quiet now it's straining
Got the picture from the aiming
From this window I've been paning
And this canvas that I'm painting
Just a couple strokes and it's murder like she wrote
I've been missing all the tokes
That don't mean I don't want no smoke
Start a currency exchange I'm all of Yen
Peaceful with the sentiment I'm all zen
But I stay BTS shouts to MC Wren
Fuck a legacy I'm empty then
Psycho search for therapy in
A bottle I throttle round the neck
Run this shit like a headless check
The green spews out food poisoning
Demons falling back I'm avoiding them
Just stay skipping till I trip,
Climbin' out the dip like a soggy chip
It's all about what
What, what
It's all about weight, look
Step on the neck to the desk
I'm the next called the best
Fuck the rest I'm a stress
For the net I detest you're a wreck
And I'm all about fixes
Food for thought and I'm serving up dishes

Painting my own scenes
Been at this OD
Fuck top five the only
Lucks off time too holy
Talking to G O D
Moving on my doley
Lowlights and it's low-key
Soul too high to coldly

Lowlight and it's low-key
Lowlights, lowlights and it's low-key
Lowlight and it's low-key
Lowlights, lowlights and it's low-key