LowFilter

You still make tea

In a chipped mug

Your stare

Is a five-second hug

Never ask about the numbers

Or the industry mess

Just look at my eyes and say

"Get some rest "

It's a language

Nobody else speaks

Read the whole story

In the lines on my cheeks

You're the low filter

On a loud life

See the raw pixels

Not the hype

Yeah the low filter

Makes it feel right

Pulls the color back down

To black and white

These new girls

They're pre-approved

Their laughs are learned

Their questions are smooth

They love the narrative

They praise the moves

But they don't see the stitches

Under the shoes

Uh

You just show up

In your old grey hoody

Sayin' nothin'

But I hear you Goodie

Don't care about the thread count

Just that my mind's sound

That's the real difference

I finally found

Around you my phone stays down

The noise just stops

I'm not the headline

Not the new drop

You just pour the quiet

Straight into a cup

And for a minute I remember

What is up

Real tone

Yeah