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Too Low
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Too Low was released on October 29, 2021 by Adubs as a part of the album Too Low - Single
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Release DateOctober 29, 2021
LabelAdubs
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM114

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Addison McCall
Addison McCall
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adubs
Adubs
Producer

Lyrics

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Sometimes I feel so low
Too low that I can't grow
Too low, can't feel no more
Want out, but can't find the door, oh
They not crip, but they gon' C
Been knew what I wanted to be, honey
Been knew I wanted to get, money
Eyes messed up, got a stigmatism
Act like they get money, all the criticism
Spit off the top, when I feel the rhythm
Solvin' these problems, given no algorithm
'Nother day, 'nother dollar
Expansive vocabulary
Cause bitch I'm a scholar
Give a fuck 'bout a follower
Close they mouths, word swallower
But my words they consumin'
Push through sickness
My health still human
Grind when I wake up, find any reason
I be sore and achin'
Or coughin' and sneezin'
They don't understand, 'cause they in the dark
I don't have to tell 'em
They'll eventually see my mark
I do bite, I don't bark
Stay in my drive, not in park
Sometimes I feel so low
Too low that I can't grow
Too low, can't feel no more
Want out, but can't find the door, oh
I don't lie, I speak to existence
It might not be true right now
But it will be in the distance
I'm not an electrician
But I lower resistance
A river cuts through a rock
Not from power, but persistence
To make it, you the only one that got to believe
This vision you have, to achieve
They confused, but will still try to deceive
Put yourself in the right spot, even to leave
At this point it don't make sense
How hard I work and still make the cents
Comparison
My money right now emberrasin'
If I shouted in they ear, they still wouldn't listen
But look my way when my chain glisten
I'm on the road to millions
But they backseat drivin'
They don't know my potential
But my moves derivin'
They give me fake support
Thinkin' they gon' get dinero
I'mma stack up my bread
And then I'mma give 'em zero
Sometimes I feel so low
Too low that I can't grow
Too low, can't feel no more
Want out, but can't find the door, oh
Come through belligerent
Deliberant
If I said I meant
They at the bottom, they're the sediment
Can't agree, not a settlement
Try to compare, but we not equivalent
If money was butter, I churn
I'm the next up, my turn
Always believed I could
Never said I can't
How they run it up for a short time
Then go and pant
If I'm grindin', why even drag
Not even playin' dirty
And they throwin' a flag
Tellin' stories off misinformation
Try to build a plot, but lack the foundation
Mind negative, on myself I'm hatin'
Feelin' when I die, I'm probably gon' see Satan
Written by: Addison McCall
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