MOON
Mifflin Kick Off with Kid Ink, SDOT Gang, Yung Saint & Dookie:
http://www.basementmade.com/2012/08/15/video-eyes-low-kid-ink-beef-live-performance/
Prod.Mix.Recording. Beef
Mix. @Michael-Alan-Cooper
Lyrics.
"Eyes low
Eyes low
Eyes low
Eyes low
Eyes low and my shades down
I've been sitting in a cloud of haze for a day now
Thinking on life as I get faded
Fuck jade, the way I way raised
This is I, tree chopped, eyes piru
Fire in this bitch, you couldn't stop it with a bayou
Nahhh, smoke loud as guns
Eyes so low, you can't see the sun
See the sun, see, see the sun
Eyes so low, you can't see the sun
See the sun, see, see the sun
Eyes so low, you can't see the sun
Smoke loud, smoke loud
Smoke loud, smoke loud as guns
Eyes so low, you can't see the sun
Eyes so low, you can't see the sun
Eyes low, thinking how did I get here?
Looks like I granted a wish year
Yall wish it, sitting on an isthmus
Swimming in the kisses, fucking all the rich chicks
I do it (boi), you know I do big shit
And I'm fucked up but I ain't tryna fix that (pah)
Brew hat turnt back on the yap
I don't rock snapbacks, they ain't fitted for rap
Blow midwest kush, I'm a lumberjack
Chopped down De Forest, I ain't coming back (pfff)
All black on, my pack on
And it's grimy shit until the last song (wooo)
I'm a hundo, hung low, they all on my shit tonight
On my Fabolous, I'm so nice
They ride me til I die
Eyes low and my shades down
I've been sitting in a cloud of haze for a day now
Thinking on life as I get faded
Fuck jade, the way I way raised
This is I, tree chopped, eyes piru
Fire in this bitch, you couldn't stop it with a bayou
Nahhh, smoke loud as guns
Eyes so low, you can't see the sun
I go in when the others still poking
I roll another when the others still choking
Oh shit, are you looking for the lotion?
I stay smooth on the potion
Spray on the mic, sip gravy with Ocean
Ooo baby, I put it in motion (yesssss)
And honestly
I'm in every grapevine and continent
Muhfucka I'm on, so confident
Not worried bout the snakes in the pond I'm in
It's common sense I do it for me
But boy I'll stay real til death do me
So fly, stay looking good
Outlook good when in Madison (wow)
I like my odds
Eyes close to closed so respect the nod
I like my odds, I like my odds
I like my odds, I like my odds
I like my odds, I like my odds
Eyes close to closed so respect the nod
Eyes low and my shades down
I've been sitting in a cloud of haze for a day now
Thinking on life as I get faded
Fuck jade, the way I way raised
This is I, tree chopped, eyes piru
Fire in this bitch, you couldn't stop it with a bayou
Nahhh, smoke loud as guns
Eyes so low, you can't see the sun"
