[Intro: André 3000]

Ayy

Ayy, so now I'm

[Verse: André 3000]

So low that I can see under the skirt of an ant

So low that I don't get high no more

When I "Geronimo," I just go, "Heh"

Solo, my cup is a rojo, my cholo, my friend

So low that I can admit

When I hear that another kid is shot by the popo

It ain't an event no more

So low that no more high horses, so hard to wear Polo

When I do, I cut the pony off

Now there's a hole where there once was a logo, how fitting

So low that I can give a fuck about what is trending

Tryna cut down on my spending

Regardless of winning, instead of pretending

And bending over backwards

Over half of these hoes had work done

Sayin' they want something real from a man

Just saying it, we being real persons

I hate that it's like this, I feel for you, ant

I don't know what it's like with a skirt on

So pardon me if I am being insensitive

But darling, this only worsens

So low my halo stay way low, it feels like it's bent

So low that when they throw pussy or pesos

Don't pay no attention to it

So low that I am no rookie, but feel like a kid

Lookin' at the other kids

With astonishment while I'm on punishment

Watchin' the summer come close to an end

After twenty years in, I'm so naive I was under the im—

'Pression that everyone wrote they own verses

It's comin' back different, and yeah, that shit hurts me

I'm hummin' and whistlin' to those not deserving

I've stumbled and lived every word, was I working

Just way too hard?