[Verse 1: JGivens]
Usually the J is with a designated shooter (boom)
So don't do it, don't add space
Leave a G close to the J like, "Shoot it!"
No one laugh, that's a jk
No example of a automatic-47 blast in the residential way
But the flow bananas, k?
Go pota**ium-symbol, that's a JK-element
Spendin' all my days on the Westside, O!
Oh, PQR—S is for Son
On set, I'm a son from the left coast
Dubs up for the place where the sun sets
Cause I can only dream of why the sun goes west
But I can't even see just what the Son sees best
Died on a tree in the shape of a T
He emits UVs just to get W
[Hook]
And you just might get to know me
A little mo' better
I usually like to move slowly
But do you know?
Super low
Super lowkey
[Verse 2: JGivens]
He's the season approaching
West whenever I'm coasting
Duck like on-the-pond-floatin'
I'm Icarus trapped in a life lackluster
Women and religion and a gla** pipe livin' in a ziplock bag
Full of Sprite-colored bite-size nuggets
Full of trees like a white guy running
(Forest, Forest)
You livin' locked up, lukewarm earthling
Livin' for the twerk team
First thing in the morn', view p**n, hurting
Super low
But do you know?
What do you do when the biblical view you learned
When you was two and the option to lose drops a toxin in you
And you choosin' to cruise with the doctrine of her
A few brews and a hot tub
And then some bad news for you pops up
Phone call on the way to your job
Gotta pray to the God that you played runaway
Cause the same Lois Lane says you got her knocked up
[Hook]
And you just might get to know me
A little mo' better
I usually like to move slowly
But do you know?
Super low
Super lowkey