Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Low Boy, artist - Layto. Date of issue: 12.02.2019
Song language: English
The Low Boy |
| Everybody said no, boy |
| You were born too low, boy |
| Just pick up and run |
| No, it can’t be done, di-di-dum, di-dum, di-dum, dum, dum |
| I’m a homegrown soul boy |
| Royal flush, don’t fold boy |
| Or pick up and run |
| I’ll glow like the sun, di-di-dum, di-dum, di-dum, dum, dum |
| Hey, no means no |
| When the pitch goes high |
| You can’t take it real low |
| Like Jon Snow |
| And as commander I should know |
| I’ve never taken orders from the drive-in-window |
| When you tell me no |
| I can feel it in my bones |
| And I always gotta show |
| Understand defeat, I’m going psycho |
| Got quicksanded feet, I’m going psycho |
| Must act nice and sweet, I’m going psycho |
| Veni, vidi, vici |
| I just want you to see |
| Everybody said no, boy |
| You were born too low, boy |
| Just pick up and run |
| No, it can’t be done, di-di-dum, di-dum, di-dum, dum, dum |
| I’m a homegrown soul boy |
| Royal flush, don’t fold boy |
| Or pick up and run |
| I’ll glow like the sun, di-di-dum, di-dum, di-dum, dum, dum |
| Wax on, wax off |
| And pick up more trash |
| Laborious jobs until your music means cash |
| Thick skin |
| Cause I’m used to rejection |
| Every «no» claimed is a dose of affection |
| You don’t seem to know |
| Where I’m, where I’m gonna go |
| And I always gotta show |
| Understand defeat, I’m going psycho |
| Got quicksanded feet, I’m going psycho |
| Must act nice and sweet, I’m going psycho |
| Veni, vidi, vici |
| I just want you to see |
| Everybody said no, boy |
| You were born too low, boy |
| Just pick up and run |
| No, it can’t be done, di-di-dum, di-dum, di-dum, dum, dum |
| I’m a homegrown soul boy |
| Royal flush, don’t fold boy |
| Or pick up and run |
| I’ll glow like the sun, di-di-dum, di-dum, di-dum, dum, dum |
| Everybody say |
| Run, boy |
| Hide, boy |
| No-go low, boy |
| I say fly, boy |
| They’re too slow, boy |
| You got the gift to glow like the sun |
| And I’m never gon' don' run |
| Everybody say |
| Run, boy |
| Hide, boy |
| No-go low, boy |
| I say fly, boy |
| They’re too slow boy |
| You got the gift to glow like the sun |
| And I’m never gon' don' run |
| I’m a young gun, son |
| Low boy, pick up and run |
| Low boy, pick up and run |
| Low boy, pick up and run |
| Everybody, sing! |
| Everybody said no, boy |
| You were born too low, boy |
| Just pick up and run |
| No, it can’t be done, di-di-dum, di-dum, di-dum, dum, dum |
| I’m a homegrown soul boy |
| Royal flush, don’t fold boy |
| Or pick up and run |
| I’ll glow like the sun, di-di-dum, di-dum, di-dum, dum, dum |
| Everybody said no, boy |
| You were born too low, boy |
| Just pick up and run |
| No, it can’t be done, di-di-dum, di-dum, di-dum, dum, dum |
| I’m a homegrown soul boy |
| Royal flush, don’t fold boy |
| Or pick up and run |
| I’ll glow like the sun, di-di-dum, di-dum, di-dum, dum, dum |