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SoLow
by $nigg
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Don't go
I been feeling so broke
Now I'm riding solo
And you can't get to me
Don't Wine
It feels like I'm out of time
Don't know what to do with life
Deep down killing me
I been searching
Wondering if I'm worth it
I know I can't be perfect
And its getting the best of me
Silence
I don't wanna open my eyelids
Why does it feel like you're hiding
Everything from me
Me and the guys moved out to Tennessee
One, two, three, four bitches in a jeep
Tell me how many Michelob ultras can you drink
She said How many Michelob ultras did you bring
Me and the guys moved out to Tennessee
One, two, three, four bitches in a jeep
Tell me how many Michelob ultras can you drink
She said How many Michelob ultras did you bring
Then I look at her hand and I saw a fucking ring
Said her mans out of town so we keep that shit low key
Might be up in Myrtle Beach
Blowing down on trees (oh shit wtf)
That's the sound of the police
Don't go
I been feeling so broke
Now I'm riding solo
And you can't get to me
Don't Wine
It feels like I'm out of time
Don't know what to do with life
Deep down killing me
Don't go
I been feeling so broke
Now I'm riding solo
And you can't get to me
Don't Wine
It feels like I'm out of time
Don't know what to do with life
Deep down killing me
I been searching
Wondering if I'm worth it
I know I can't be perfect
And its getting the best of me
Silence
I don't wanna open my eyelids
Why does it feel like you're hiding
Everything from me
Me and the guys moved out to Tennessee
One, two, three, four bitches in a jeep
Tell me how many Michelob ultras can you drink
She said How many Michelob ultras did you bring
Me and the guys moved out to Tennessee
One, two, three, four bitches in a jeep
Tell me how many Michelob ultras can you drink
She said How many Michelob ultras did you bring
Then I look at her hand and I saw a fucking ring
Said her mans out of town so we keep that shit low key
Might be up in Myrtle Beach
Blowing down on trees (oh shit wtf)
That's the sound of the police
Don't go
I been feeling so broke
Now I'm riding solo
And you can't get to me
Don't Wine
It feels like I'm out of time
Don't know what to do with life
Deep down killing me
