"Eyes Low"

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"