So Low

Low Gear

Compositor: Low Gear

Hey call me back
That new photo is cold

That's me, a model citizen
Gotta job? No I just sleep in
All your questions, make my brain hurt
Let's get on to the next verse!

All hands look out below
I think the captain's sellin' dope
Got up for curtain call
From prison whites to Gucci drawers

Call me back
That new photo is cold

As my eyes follow you
I smell your sex when your in bloom
As my eyes follow you

Skip the line and unwind, and disperse
In time, when they sign, the stalwarts
Silver collars exchange the sex maid
Just turn to the next page!

All hands look out below
I think the captain's sellin' dope
Got up for curtain call
From prison whites to Gucci drawers

Call me back
That new photo is cold

As my eyes follow you
I smell your sex when your in bloom
As my eyes follow you

All hands look out below
I think the captain's sellin' dope
Got up for curtain call
From prison whites to Gucci drawers

As my eyes follow you
I smell your sex when your in bloom
As my eyes follow you

I'm coming out with my hat down that loud put it I'm gonna do it again
I'm coming up on the sex page exchange put it in I'm gonna do it again
I'm comin' through in a bad mood to look at you, put it in, I'm gonna do it again
Get a shot of my crotch yo, the money flows put it in I'm gonna do it again

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