This low (oh)
Sea in me (come on)
When I'm with you, my mind it freeze (come on)
You're lips too cold
F*ck them high ends, I'mma fold
Where I wake up and then mourn
This shit repetitive, I'm too competitive
In this sin city, I'm born
I am the rain from the storm, wash down
That truth get hard to swallow, hope I make it back to before
This truth I'm faced
Find my truthful ways
I just found my place
My walls never cave
Came along way being faded
Now I'm sober, still not fazed
I feel clearer now, these burdens exit my vicinity
Yeah
(Low-low tide) (uh)
(Low-low tide)(uh)
(Low)
(Low-low)
It's a diamond trifecta, cold upon my neck
On her knees straight to heaven, I might have to come and bless ya, woah
Martian Margiela
I'm out of this world
This my planet, let me show you what I'm on
Rocket ship a foreign
Everything I forged
I came from the bottom, now I own this ship I'm on
Pockets so enormous
I just paid a seamstress, fit my pants, my pockets won't get torn
I am far-fetched from the norm
(Woah)
(Woah)
(Yeah)
(Woah)
(Low-low)