Video Low Key High de Aaron Bates 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aaron Bates - Low Key High Lyrics

[Pre-hook: Alter Kay]
My homies are all around me, it's getting too lit
My eyes are getting low quick, the feeling unreal
The vision is getting blurry, the mode is on chill
My momma is still calling me, I'm gon' let it ring

[Hook: Alter Kay]
I'm feeling like Nick (Floating)
I'm feeling like Nick (Floating)
I'm feeling like Nick ( I'm floating)
I'm feeling like Nick (Floating)

[Verse 1: Alter Kay]
My past got me using my heart less
But I never let that make me heartless
Karma really knows my address
Sweet words, sugarcoating my past
Got skeletons in my closet
School gimme loads, I was told that success
Is a given when you only graduate, man
Ghetto university, my heart's there
Bro, I'm in the zone, got dope in my head
Gotta brainstorm but the dope on some reign
Chose my road and I hope for the best
Oh, I'm potent, they quoting my words
I need more from the lord for the gang
Cannot fold, I'm the hope for the fam
I'm a fly boy, can't get caught up again
Fans still blow up my phone, ain't winded
Find me in the hood, where we hangout
Thinking 'bout the good I should do for the fam now
How we gonn' move, should I do any hand outs?
In the mood, tryna groove, they got hands out
Music is a drug, getting high now
Studio's lit, it's a trap house
I'ma take all that shit 'til I pass out
Gotta go back to the rents' house
[Pre-hook: Alter Kay]
My homies are all around me, it's getting too lit
My eyes are getting low quick, the feeling unreal
The vision is getting blurry, the mode is on chill
My momma is still calling me, I'm gon' let it ring

[Hook: Alter Kay]
I'm feeling like Nick (Floating)
I'm feeling like Nick (Floating)
I'm feeling like Nick ( I'm floating)
I'm feeling like Nick (Floating)

[Verse 2: Aaron Bates]
Party life, live tonight
Live it right
Drink get hype
We’re gonna throw it down on bitches
And smoke this weed
And dive in deep
I’m feelin’ like we Michael Phelps
And note to self
A blunt will help
And you don’t gotta hurt yourself
Deep depression, need suppression
A toxicologist can say your toxic causes are
You don’t even trust your squad
Oh my God, this is it
Talk in private, nothing major, still a rookie
Be a pussy or just beat the pussy
Take the crown of royal this elixir 
Will grant you life to live through every picture
Know I Mobb deep and that’s on dead dawgs
Niggas dead lost
When they see a nigga comin’ out like a real boss
Watch the worse come, when the words come
Let it gyrate, as the high rates, reach a high stake
Want it well done, but I’m so rare
I’m the boss, don, I’m from Boston (I'm from Boston)
[Outro]
I think I’m drunk
Grab and get a pump
I think I'm drunk
Grab and get a pump