Life Down Low ft. Razor Boomarang Lyrics

He's high all alone watching Johnny Tsunami

Take a lock out your front door you can't stop me

Takin 30 minute showers call him Shampoo Papi

Start a revolution

Bronstein to Trotsky

Kid moved on to being secretly forsaken

To embracing the state he's in as long as no one shows up

Pull up

The fuck you wanna jump

Nah better plans

Hit a fuckin' home cop 20 grand and rubber bands

Sketching out the future plans on surface tabs and legal pads

Crush butter

Fuck runners

Parched faunas, a special type of petting zoo

Constantly replaying the past 20 years of view

Not my fault

But ya'll ain't no fuckin critics

He's legit 6'3" and nothin fits him

Hit him once count dawg you still sleeping

Easy cheesin'

All his teeth are pristine condition

We've been flaring up with rage

Preparing up and tearing up the stage

Ya'll don't care and that's apparent with the cage

You're coherent throwing shade

Your appearance your inherently afraid

It don't matter be prepared to catch a fade

They in my business and I swear they tellin

I guess when you black-ish they just think you felons

I just need a jawn that look like Tracee Ellis

That's that kind of shape that make my exes jealous

That's that kind of talk that make opponents mad

They off they path all they lookin' for is room to brag

They off the frame all they really want is photographs

I don't even ask only thing I do is know to laugh

That's a Coke and Smile

The voices in my head saying don't throw in the towel

Grab my shoes and run a mile

Keep my head up in the clouds while my life down south