Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song LowBatt, artist - Pell. Album song Gravity, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: PayDay, PellYeah, Ultra
Song language: English
LowBatt |
| See some boys inside my city never made it out |
| Fell in love with the noise and ain’t make a sound |
| Got you looking like you’re running round backwards |
| Thinking that you life a breeze cause of backwoods |
| Thank the Lord everyday cause we made it out |
| Only dropping if I need to never quiet down |
| What I got make the devils come after |
| Got me feeling like the slave and the masters |
| No time like cancer the prognosis |
| Cancel my schedule |
| Nigga I just need to focus |
| And you could do it too if you put all them thoughts in motion |
| Place them women catty corner to the goals that keep you going |
| Up inside my meetings like why the fuck we ain’t touring |
| Got demand like HBO, book my show |
| Been murdering beats boy the case been closed |
| Not an attic but I’m higher then most |
| While you running out low batt |
| I’m picture perf Kodak |
| Snap snap, take a flick |
| Snap twice might take you chick |
| But I’m no home-wrecker |
| More like lonely investor |
| Giving game all semester |
| Come here and get this here lecture |
| Cause you running out low batt |
| Always on yo Snapchat |
| Always talking bout some bands |
| But yo mom ain’t seen a rack |
| Live inside a palace |
| But yo talents ain’t worth scrap |
| I’ma put mine in investments |
| Make that paper double stack |
| None of them niggas be listening |
| Guess Imma do it in triplets |
| Ball in my court, Imma go dribble it |
| Straight to the hoop, like I invented it |
| Straight to the loot, niggas ain’t friend to ya |
| When I was broke, nobody feeling him |
| Now the harass, holler me too and |
| I hit the gas, I got the fuel and |
| I break a lil bred with my fam |
| Helping it last, calling for help |
| Ain’t too much to ask |
| When you with mi casa su casa |
| Know boys with stripes that like footlocker |
| They love me cause I stay proper |
| And made it out with no problems |
| Don’t let them haters kill you dreams |
| When they sleepin' on your conscience |
| Don’t them devils get between |
| When ya team got more to offer |
| While you running out low batt |
| I’m picture perf Kodak |
| Snap snap, take a flick |
| Snap twice might take you chick |
| But I’m no home-wrecker |
| More like lonely investor |
| Giving game all semester |
| Come here and get this here lecture |
| Cause you running out low batt |
| Always on yo Snapchat |
| Always talking bout some bands |
| But yo mom ain’t seen a rack |
| Live inside a palace |
| But yo talents ain’t worth scrap |
| I’ma put mine in investments |
| Make that paper double stack |