paroles de chanson Low End Theory (feat. Hokes) - Ghost Noises

Project, protect what I'm keeping in
Know when, percent, leave it in the bin
Calm feeling in the wind, let it rest
Peel off, cap on and seal off
What the deal on, never read me
My hand face down with the chips
The place two levels and a fifth
My feet keep pedaling
Done with the villains and I'm bettering
Every day I'm bettering
Clean circle
Clean circle

Light got the haze
In a daze off the low end
Light got me craze
Off the stage probably smokin

Deep smoke rolling in
I'm leaned off the gin
I blow with the wind
My toe dipping in
The water feeling warm, I'm diving in glimmering
Fuck a line, I don't sit outside the club shivering
Swang on a stealer like a Browns top receiver
Might down a liter til I'm shouting at the reaper
I feel like a diva off the top shelf tequila
When it's real she can feel it, I'm rubbing off the concealer

Got the spice, got the season, talkin' jerk chicken
All my work hitting
Off a Twerk rhythm
Uzi vert fitting
Too perfect in this world full of serpent
Well too poisoned still running back slurpin'
Lights in my eyes, smoke on the floor, perk with it
Colors all around, still boots and black shirt with it
Old desperado
I sink into the pulse off the cold resposado
Light got the haze
In a daze off the low end
Light got me craze
Off the stage probably smokin