Lowlife - L.A. Guns
Composed by：Tracii Guns/Mitch Davis/Phil Lewis/Johnny Martin/Adam Hamilton/Ace Von Johnson
Love you
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 **** 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 **** 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 looking at me
I think you're a lowlife too
