Who's Los - Shallow (feat. M!les Ave.) Lyrics

I don't know how long I write these songs about you, all I know is I gotta right my
Wrong without you
Wake up cold with the coffee brewing, there's a nug somewhere just past the grinder, calls
From mentees, yeah the 23, stains on white tee, naked faces beat tats on my ribs like I

Missed this chick, got a text from my main, say she missed my dick, I mean we four months
In, Corona Bae, hold up wait, quarantine, what you mean, you need more space, no I need
To be free, there's a thin line between living and survival, when somewhere on the road
I became a bit idle, never would've thought I'd become these niggas idols, sometimes I

Dream like I feel to be Michael, is it Jackson or Saint, but I'm Angelo by the way that I
Paint these scriptures, I'm mortal but the technique different, and maybe cause the weed
That I'm spliffing, maybe cause I see these visions and I don't even dream I live it
And everything I work for I get it, and everything I see here is living, and if you work too

We can split it, see I'm about to start a new business and live it like them, let's
Get it, so f*ck what they all say, if they hatin' then let em hate, if it ain't about
Progression then you standing in the way, looking at me behind but I'm laughing right
See this shit, this life is amazing, gracious, yeah, but some will get lost in the paper

Chase, yo, me I go harder like everyday, by the time that I drop it be safe to say, I'm
The greatest out, they gon' have to play this when they play me out, put it on your
Playlist while you wait it out, f*ck your clout nigga, that's what happens when you
Lose all doubt, I'm a south nigga with a east coast swag, bastard boy we ain't need

No dad, basketball we gon' one v one, we can single you out like a one on one, yeah
Your favorite rapper he a one and done, I think it's about time that he gave you the
Shit, cause I'm in my zone like Apollo, when there's cheese in my hand you just smile on
And your girl from the islands like Dylon, but I cash what I got like it's nylon, and

You ain't understand that baller talk, it's plain Jane stole them all the walls, the coach
Playing is where I don't eat the bread, I stole it the life that you wish you had, luckily
That I'm blessed with the gift of gab, yeah you puss ass niggas is such a drag, that's
Why I push past niggas, don't give a f*ck, switch it up on you niggas, I thought you

Asked, Miles sent me some heat, he told me add some drums, told him this beat was fire, no
Need for that, shout out to M!les Ave