On The Low

(yeah) (hmmmm) No more calls, I went cold

Smoke in my lungs,

truth be told

All these fake friends getting old (yeah)

No more calls, I went cold

Fade to black, out of sight I don't need your fake advice

Moving lonely through the night

Heavy pockets, heavy chest Put the bad habits to rest Or maybe

I will let them ride

Look at the fake ones they plotting and chatting but I got

the money I run in the dark Noone is trusted I'm keeping

my circle as small as a dot and I'm leaving a mark

Smoky reflection I step in the shadow I disappear into the park

(go, go, go)

We don't

talk, we don't meet

Just my shadow on the street (ahhhh)

No more calls, I went cold Smoke in my lungs,

truth be told All these fake friends getting old (yeah)

No more calls, I went cold

Going cold... (hmmmm)