"Lowlife" lyrics

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
Don'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