Name: HEAT by so.low
Duration: 5 min 50 s
Description: written sung recorded by SO LOW at - 8:19:22, 2.03 PM beat by YOUNG BUGATTI

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written sung recorded by SO LOW at - 8:19:22, 2.03 PM beat by YOUNG BUGATTI

HEAT

What’s all in my 
What’s all in my 
What’s all in my

Long as you get get paid, get money, get up
They like what you wanna say i don’t know, What’s up? 
What’s good all up in my mind ain’t good round here 
What’s good all up in my mind ain’t good right now
I just be off a perc baby I’m percolating 
She said that you high, like damn I made it
Like damn do you not see the grind I’m tryna be famous 
Like damn what’s all in my mind 
What’s all in my mind, what’s all in my mind 

Do you not see these project sales?
Do you not see that I’m going up baby, and yeah, I do not wish you well
Do you not see that I’m fighting these demons Lil Baby? I’m going through hell.
I put my heart all on my sleeve Lil baby and you just gon watch that shit melt
Oh my, I did it. I did it again. 
I finished first place oh damn in a benz 
How you did it, I don’t know? I just push it I shift.
I got it he got it. Nobody like him.
They don’t know about this life. I’m living.
Like no, I don’t know you Trippin
I don’t know, love or lust I was never taught the difference
But when I found out how to love, I guess it was me I get it
I guess it was me my fault 
I guess it was me my problem 
All of them goddamn times
I really thought I solved them
It was just you inside
Fighting those Demons out
How could I not decide
Who did I want? And how

As Long as you get get paid, get money, get up
They like what you wanna say i don’t know, What’s up? 
What’s good all up in my mind ain’t good round here 
What’s good all up in my mind ain’t good right now
I just be off a perc baby I’m percolating 
She said that you high, like damn I made it
Like damn do you not see the grind I’m tryna be famous 
Like damn what’s all in my mind 
What’s all in my mind, what’s all in my mind 
Shit get dangerous

Whats In My Mind (prod. @vvvl3nty)

Boss (Freestyle)

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Before I Go

Thinking about finishing while collaborating it with another song of premade also unreleased
#peace

PLEASE GO AWAY (CONCEPT PIECE)

🎧 Rob Lowe and the Last Blow
by 4Me2BeFree

🔻 Song Insight

In "Rob Lowe and the Last Blow," 4Me2BeFree takes listeners on a deranged, poetic descent into the end of civilization — not with panic, but with punchlines. It's a darkly comedic alt-hip-hop track that leans into satire to expose the absurdity of our times: environmental collapse, political decay, addiction to distraction, and the numbing normalcy of global crisis. The world burns while the narrator binge-watches TV and jokes about snow triggering memories of Rob Lowe. It’s hilarious. It’s tragic. It’s the truth in disguise.

The lyrics hit hard because they don’t try to inspire hope — they diagnose apathy with surgical sarcasm. By weaving pop culture into apocalyptic metaphors and laying it over glitchy beats and layered distortion, the song manages to make the end of everything feel almost… catchy.

🔻 Lyrics
[Intro]
It’s the end of the world as we know it
And yeah… I’m doing fine.
It’s on the news, in my stream, posts, tweets —
Particles we ingest, bullshit we eat.
Every adaptation? Pre processed.
Every preparation? Degraded.
We flipped, split, and fried.
Sorry folks —
We’re all about to die.

[Verse 1]
Look — we tried.
No need to cry.
We just didn’t care —
Not ‘bout the air or the clothes we wear.
Let the water turn brown,
No flushing this shit down.
The sky’s falling…
But let me catch one more episode
Before I drown.

[Verse 2]
Let’s go out —
Bang a bag of crack, rob some Rob Lowe’s,
Hit a few banks, vanish in the snow.
Let’s do some blow, smoke a few hoes —
No looking back, we don’t catch flack,
Always under attack.
Just straight facts.

[Chorus]
From the water in the deep blue sea
To the trenches on the moon —
It’s high time we get high.
F**k the lows, too far to go,
And I always hated snow.
Not sad to see that shit go.


[Verse 3]
Republicans can't.
Democrats can’t.
Just rats — all of ‘em.
They bite, not fix.
Attack, not mend.
It's a rodeo show —
Nah… a roadshow rodeo
Screw it — I’d go.
Make it snow blow,
Make it rain slow…
“Wait — was that Rob Lowe?”

[Spoken Interlude]

“For real, every time I say snow, here comes Rob Lowe.”
“Was he into blow?”
“I didn’t know…”
“Ohhhh, I guess so.”
“He was good on The West Wing.”

[Verse 4]
So here’s the plan —
A killer-ass song
About the end.
No options left,
Pin him down,
Make a prospect
He can’t deny now.

[Bridge]
I was gonna make this a PSA.
Start a fire,
Set off the alarms,
Be all charm.
But nobody cares.
Not enough to stop this sideshow attraction.
No money in green —
Just the color it leaves.
No shame.
No legacy.
We’re all jumping ship.
Let’s go.

[Verse 5]
Just a haunted lyre from the past,
One big metaphor —
Drilled 8 miles down
For black gold crude,
And ancient laughter in the fumes.
Dinos in the corner with Dido,
Asking me why I didn’t know.

Lush green trapped with nowhere to go,
Pressure built,
Now it’s ready to blow —
Like cakes we bake
In Earth’s hot womb,
Before it all brews
In a plastic tomb.

[Chorus – Refrain]
Plastics are our past —
Funny, right?
They’re what will actually last.
When we’re gone,
And this is over,
It all starts again —
A million years of silent drift.
What once became end
Will become…
Once again.

[Outro]
Will we learn?
Will life go on?
Is this our time…
Or is it the sun’s?


You wanna make a difference?
Read a rainbow.
Chase a dino ghost.
Interrogate a cloud.
Or f**k it — I’m just making shit up.
How would I know?

I’m on the same sinking ship —
With a pound of blow,
Hanging out
With my new best friends:
Dido…
and Rob Lowe.




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End Times Mixtape Vol. 1: Rob Lowe and the Last Blow

A snippet, off my up-coming Instrumental Tape "Vol .1"  containing 15 beats. For a complete experience, listen w/ headphone or speakers. This song is incomplete, and a finished version will appear on the Tape. Stay Tuned.    - Couchii

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