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You think you're being sneaky but I see what you do When you're rocking picking pockets for a dollar or two Drawing all the lines and I'm reading between Sittin' with ya crown but you're hardly a queen Now go Get out Don't wait here for the shit to go down Be cool No doubt You gotta get out Don't show your face around When you're looking in the mirror, it's like you're looking at me I think you're a lowlife, too You don't break a sweat when you're feeling the squeeze I think you're a lowlife, too Oh yeah You never buy a ticket but you're making the scene Living like you're lavish, you're the crop of the cream You know what to do when the trail gets hot Keep it off the record when the record stops Now go Get out Letras de cancionesDon't wait here for the shit to go down Be cool Chill out You gotta get out Don't show your face around You're a big manipulator, you got something to prove I think you're a lowlife, too You're a real life villain with a fake ID I think you're a lowlife, too Oh yeah I won't tell your friends and neighbors Your secret's safe with me To see real perpetrator You gotta hang around with me Low, low, low, low, low You're a lowlife, too Low, low, low, low, low Baby, you're a lowlife, too You're a big manipulator, you got something to prove I think you're a lowlife, too When you're looking in the mirror, it's like you're looking at me I think you're a lowlife, too From Letras Mania