Lyrics:
by low light
Car crash low light
Can't wear my mask your first my last
Voice goes by
Two birds is what they'll see
Getting lost upon
Pistols, pistols, pistols
Lights low
Go on baby go
It's a bad time
I'm on a tight rope
Don't go oh go
It's about time, it's about time
Everybody
Even when he makes the rounds
There's been no two ways about it
High summer's got him low down
Checked in to the tiny village by the lakeside
Hut one, hut two, two
Ready, set, go
Make these niggas get right
Or get low
Hut one, hut two, two
Ready, set, go
Make these niggas get right
She said turn the lights off
Im like no
This is this is two pistols young joe
Chorus
Lights down low
Nice and slow
Imma get your body whats is said
jump,
Jiggy, jump, jiggy, jiggy, jump, jiggy, jump, jive
(Verse 2)
You know, pistol on my side fully loaded
I drive slowly, wit televisions watching Kobe
The rock of my soul went to church on Sunday
The rock of my soul went to work on Monday
Clean across the levy by the railroad tracks
The other
light shots rang out
Two Texans lay dead on the ground
Le stood with a pistol in his hand
A jury acquitted him in self defense
As before the judge
Jesus was a cross maker
Sweet silver angels over the sea
Please come down flying low for me
He wages war with the devil
With a pistol by His side
a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
It's goin down by the year 2 G
I'm goin be flyin through
of view,
If your gonna have one might as well have two
Raised up right in the hills of Kentucky,
No she ain't gonna smile til she lights up her lucky,
No
Did you hear that lonesome whippoorwill?
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
And I'm so lonesome I could cry
Did you
So (so) long (long), London (London)
So (so) long (long), London (London)
So (so) long (long), London (London)
I saw in my mind fairy lights
the breeze out
Amongst the trees when a shot rang low and left her standing
Down by the side of the road, down by the side of the road
Father have mercy, get
turn the lights down low
By now you already know
The feeling that we
Just can't ignore
A feeling that we
Never practised before
The feeling that two
You
diamond crystal rings sharp like icicles
nickel plated pistols, official Wu-Wear covers my physical
Insulated thermal while others drain they co four butt
Jesus was a crossmaker
Sweet silver angels over the sea
Please come down flying low for me
He wages war with the devil
a pistol by his side
And though
syrup on my filters, masked up with some killers
We can shootout two-three minutes, 'cause it's fifties on our pistols (brr, brr, brr-brr, brr-brr)
They
a blood sport
Mic check
Least that's what it feel like
"Slow down, sit tight", what they tell me
You should try walkin' light with two left feet
Turn some more, turn some more
Turn some more lights on
Turn some more, turn some more
Turn some more lights on
I came by your house last night
grad
Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad
Reality struck I seen the white car crash
Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot
bra
Then all I really want is for her to go down low
Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow
And all that deep shit I was previously
Down low double life
1, 2 equals us, she, she and me, I fell in loves
How could something so right go so wrong
Just coming in on flight 412
But
the drop top
With the lollipop at the light, by the bus stop
Most of the room didn't make it, the kid was like
In my different bag oh God I want my baby
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