Lyrics LJRaeds – MELLOW

MELLOW Lyrics – LJRaeds

Singer: LJRaeds
Title: MELLOW

I became high at my all time low
Watching time pass by
Finna keep my crown gold
Gold medal like Yellow Mellow

I’m feelin’ mellow
Like fizz soda, sorta got up my bag
Ain’t no Shaq pedal
I became high at my all time low

Watching time pass by
Finna keep my crown gold
Gold medal like Yellow Mellow
I’m feelin’ mellow

Like fizz soda, sorta got up my bag
Ain’t no Shaq pedal
I, wasted my life
Can’t find the time to make you mine

But did you mind?
Back off my line
Glad that I left, you went right
You ain’t in the right, you ain’t- nah

You ain’t none, you ain’t the one
You think that you won
And you hanging on?
Can’t hold back, can’t hold that

As a matter of fact [as a matter of face
Can’t go back to the past like that
I became high at my all timе low
Watching time pass by

Finna keep my crown gold
Gold medal like Yеllow Mellow
I’m feelin’ mellow
Like fizz soda, sorta got up my bag

Ain’t no Shaq pedal
I became high at my all time low
Watching time pass by
Finna keep my crown gold

Gold medal like Yellow Mellow
I’m feelin’ mellow
Like fizz soda, sorta got up my bag
Ain’t no Shaq pedal

I am the devil, go pick up your gavel
I never act civil, you cannot act special
I’m back on the track, it’s my pedal
I start spittin’ venom like Eminem did on my level

I became a menace, I cut up like venison
Shot him like Bennett, he’s sad cus I’ve been it
Stitchin’ my sh#t like I’m denim went endless
You better mind on my lil minor premise

I’m mixin’ my flow with the beat like a chemist
I’m rappin’ on mic, cause a cavity
Come and eat lettuce
No dentist for your little crevice

I’m defying gravity, downing depravity
I became high at my all time low
Watching time pass by
Finna keep my crown gold

Gold medal like Yellow Mellow
I’m feelin’ mellow
Like fizz soda, sorta got up my bag
Ain’t no Shaq pedal

I became high at my all time low
Watching time pass by
Finna keep my crown gold
Gold medal like Yellow Mellow

I’m feelin’ mellow
Like fizz soda, sorta got up my bag
Ain’t no Shaq pedal
I ain’t done with it

You’re trying to get on my level and
Stuck in a dividend
You would then hate on my quality
Outta be speakin’ upon of my music, went audibly

Wobbly flow with a mix of my comedy
You be a wannabe, wannabe cus I’m into the scene
And I am stackin’ my racks makin’ height up like Shaq
And you huddle with that in your mind as a fact

And I’m back on the track with the rap and attached
Like a mag on a Mac, now I’m back, rip Mac
[rip Mac, rip Mac, rip Mac, rip Mac] rip Mac
Rest in piece, to Juice, X, and Peep
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