sunset on the low end Songtext
von Vic Mensa

Man, at times we all feel lost, I know I do
And again the world can′t erase those demons you been dodgin'
But maybe the fame and the drugs
Just made the shadows in that mansion seem even more frightenin′ (I'd love to meet you this time)
See, a big house ain't the same as a home (BongoByTheWay)
Sometimes you gotta go back to where you started
Yeah

Sunset on the low end
Southside
On the low end
Sunset on the low end
′64 Impala
′93 what I'm blowin′
Southside

I got lonely in L.A., moved back to the low end
I can't be stagnant, gotta feel I′m constantly evolvin'
Too many yes-men in my circle and I didn′t know it
I felt like Tip in ATL, they was just gettin' over


Manic depressive in a episode, knew I was wildin'
Black community, we don′t talk about that, we stay silent
So you don′t see it like it's tattooed inside my eyelids
Met a stylish girl that manage banks, I call her Tyra

We all got traumas that we runnin′ from that need escapin'
Sippin′ Henny in this rat race, I don't need a chaser
Let down your guard, this world′ll push you to your point of breakin'
I had to make it past that point, see, that's the point I′m makin′

Show you love, don't get it back, that′s just your frequency
I'm on a different wave, now we speak less frequently
When my dog R.I.P′d, I lost a piece of me
Treat my brothers like they blood, but will they bleed for me?
(I'd love to meet you this time)

Sunset on the low end
Sunset on the low end
′64 Impala
'93 what I'm blowin′
Southside
Let′s ride
Sunset on the low end
Sunset on the low end


You ain't gotta drop a pin but I know where you at
When you get on, they tell you lies, but home will tell you facts
Biggie went back, back to Cali′, I went back to the 'Raq
His fight is over now, me, I′m still under attack

This city turnt me to a man, this shit was manifested
Never thought I'd see 27 when I was on 72nd
You never sat up on the throne, you couldn′t stand the pressure
Pitched the work with both hands, it turnt me ambidextrous
Had to learn to keep my head when I ain't had nobody
You let me get some head when I was still a nobody
(I'd love to meet you this time) I′ll always appreciate you for that

Sunset on the low end
Sunset on the low end
43rd and Cottage
39th and Bowen
Southside, King Drive
The low end
Sunset on the low end

Sleepless nights on the low end
You get high enough to forget your past
Can′t mix sex with emotion
Gotta compartmentalize for your bag

He provides your security
You need a rock and shit when you get close to thirty
Birkin bag, first class seat, you fuck him but you love me
They say love don't cost a thing, but I know that your love ain′t free
I know your love ain't free
But I know you fuck with me