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letra de low - tyc

verse 1

they know that deme be low
may i borrow your light?
i lost sight of my own
i’m pr-ne to falling i might throw myself into rabbits holes
m-ssive holes in my nikes
they’re worn out
i’m worn out
i think i’m tired of life?

i might step with my bros
10 toes in the city
she want my d-ck i’m in d-ckies
i’m tryna spilt & i’m too busy
them man be stepping on toes
i refuse to be told
where i can cruise
i’ma go
where i wanna go

sometimes i look back & wonder where did i go?
lost myself in myself
i been feeling alone
i been feeling indifferent
my resistance is thinning
i’m probably way too giving
theres nothing left for myself

hook

i wonder what will move my soul

i need a high for my lows x2

time has taken its toll

i need a high for my lows x2

a high, high, high
cause i’m low, low, low
x2

verse 2

eyes heavy
thoughts clouded
rain falls on my cheeks
its been raining all week
don’t need to step out to see
its taken time for me to put this together
i juggle work & whatever’s thrown
i long for a home
i’m numb and cold
soul power depleted
i retreated
i needed time away from the front
fronting like i ain’t bleeding
sweeping feelings under rugs
i might turn to a drug
i might turn to aladdin
i’m a lad out of love

every time i fall its harder to stand
give me a moment or hand
fam been asking why the mud didn’t land
complications had me stressing
pressures on back
i put soul into raps
hoping to make contact
hoping i open some doors
i can’t sit on my flaws
i walk with em for the ones i adore
let them hide in my shadow
they don’t need to come light
you can see it my eyes
love left me & i’m far from all right

hook

verse 3

my friends wonder what i seek
i’m in trees tryna branch out
oyster in pocket &
doubts i can’t dance around
beep £1.50
destination don’t matter
my relations in tatters
never been one for the chatter

i’m brittle, i’ll snap
so i don’t open the app
i lay back
barely intact
extracting my thoughts
map it out pon page
you can find me in sentences
deme’s so generous
deme’s so decorous
developing self
on the shelf reading books
i should pen my own story
instead i just look
from the outside in
against the tide i swim
i do things on things
you know i bring in that change
euphemisms in verse’s
ain’t no way i’m reversing
youth don’t make you invincible
youth is all about learning
i’m far from optimistic
closer to distant
close my brothers they hold me up when i’m slipping

- tyc

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