Besedila:
Heavy Heavy Low Low Other

In your room i'm in your head now can you feel it? can you feel this smelling your hair? it's okay that you're the answer that i can't seem to formulate

Open the door spit in my face get on your knees and bleed on me everyone needs to wake the fuck up and witness the sheer atrocity in the powder room

are paper cutouts of what we'll never be and the sunset will not grace our faces the same oh no let's fucking slit our throats and save others the trouble

like a king Fire's burning, flames are dancing, don't burn the house down low Heavenly fire only resides on an altar made from the ground Backpack's getting heavy

, trying to win like Steve Wynn Money long like Jay Leno chin, I didn't put nothing in my government I paid my bills in money orders when I was in the trap hella heavy

heavy in the game And we connectin' the plots, and we connectin' the plots (L-Burna) You see the connection when I be flexin' Nigga, better move in the other

, This particular evening she wanted to ride jets Even though I now shawty was bad news, I played it cool Vowing to never turn sucker like them other

in on third With blurred vision and precisely placed slurred words we started kissin' Man listen it was like a scene bad B movie with a very low budget

to play it, that's (louder) Loud enough to turn your brain to clam chowder We find levels that others overlook To push and make the system overcook I had a heavy