Lyrics Low Room - Shinessy

Low Room

Faze it, laser
Aokigahara my place of invasion
Swerve to your lady, pick up champagne
Express elevator pick up my lane
Take a picture with the load
Get my fixture on your own
Try to catch my spirit, bitch
Are You failed, got the glitch?
You’re lying
I have a knot, not straight of the line
Hey lady bug, I’m mr.
bump
Diamonds biting, be so active
You’re lying you pendentic
Bithces kissing bitches, I measure in inches
I’m truly gone apart, I’m fucking Bonaparte
Yeah
Bad and boujee (bad and boujee)
Style not gucci (style not gucci)
I’m on the Bible (I'm on the Bible)
Ain’t no other (ain't no other)
Bad and boujee (bad and boujee)
Style not gucci (style not gucci)
I’m on the Bible (I'm on the Bible)
Ain’t no other (ain't no other)
Hide and sick, yeah, yeah, yeah
I toss and turn off the wave zone
Hey man, i’mma get well done
The same lips kissing me inside
4 am I drunk drunk-ass drunk
A lot of booze in my blood
Open your pocket wider while I’m kind
Bae, you had to cpr my pipe
J.D Salinger, let’s make challenge em
K.O.
on my way, find your balance on wind
J.D Salinger, let’s make challenge em
K.O.
on my way, find your balance on wind
Hold on, take a shots of my life
Save my soul on the basement, I’m arrived
I can see through you, you are dolls
Tell me is that true or it false
I’m packing your bodies, I call it Hellfest
Dopamine, check my test
Overload, Overload, Overload
You think you’re god, i think you are bot
J.D Salinger, let’s make challenge em
K.O.
on my way, find your balance on wind
J.D Salinger, let’s make challenge em
K.O.
on my way, find your balance on wind
Bitch!