Usually the 'J' is with a designated shooter (boom)
So don't do it, don't add space
Leave a 'G' close to the 'J' like 'Shoot it!'
No one laugh, that's a 'jk'
No example of an automatic-47 blast in the residential way
But the flow bananas, K
Go 'potassium-symbol' That's a JK-elemen'
Spending all my days on the Westside, O!
Oh, PQR—'S' is for Son
On set, I'm a son from the left coast
Dubs up for the place where the sun sets
Cause I can only dream of why the sun goes west
But I can't even see just what the Son sees best
Died on a tree in the shape of a 'T,'
He emits 'UVs' just to get 'W'
(You, you)
(2 you)
And you just might get to know me
A little mo' better
I usually like to move slowly
But do you know super low
Super lowkey
He's the season approaching
West whenever I'm coasting
Duck like on-the-pond-floating
I'm Icarus trapped in a life lackluster
Women and religion and a glass pipe
Living in a ziplock bag
Full of Sprite-colored bite-size nuggets
Full of trees like a white guy running
(Forest... Forest...)
You livin' locked up!
Lukewarm earthling
Living for the twerk team
First thing in the morn'
View porn, hurting, super low
But do you know?
What do you do when the biblical view you learned
When you was two and the option 'to-lose' drops a toxin in you, And you're choosing to cruise with doctrine of 'her
A few brews, and a hot tub'?
And then some bad news for you pops up:
Phone call on the way to your job
Gotta pray to the God that you played 'runaway' cause the same Lois Lane said
You got her knocked up
And you just might get to know me
A little mo' better
I usually like to move slowly
But do you know super low
Super lowkey
Super Lowkey