[Verse 1: Mac Lethal]

Hey yo speak low, your voice can’t shatter my eagerness

These kids still draw sand patterns with fingertips

And try to catch balloons so they can stuff em in their shirts

I finished all the puzzles that are underneath the skirts

Of these girls plagiarizing didn’t read without something

In my lungs vaporizing, hit the weed without puffing

It’s like I can’t acknowledge misery without bluffing

The most violent fights tend to be about nothing

Absolutely nothing, nothing but a lack of control

Or the need to make another person back up, patrol

Comes siren spinning eagles beaming even with the cherries lit

People rather die before they feel any embarrassment

Pretty and careless with witty old phrases

Just to get a giggle the world’ll spit in your faces like pew

But what you gonna do? Let it cripple your steps

The end is serious in death, infinite jest

[Hook]

Sweet love, won’t you please speak low?

You got a sweet love, won’t you please speak low?

You gotta hush, understand there ain’t no rush

And that my patience is a little too sensitive to touch

So sweet love, won’t you please speak low?

You got a sweet love, won’t you please speak low?

You gotta hush, understand there ain’t no rush

And now my patience is a little too sensitive to touch

[Verse 2: Mac Lethal]

Speak low, you’re weakening the stock

Cause all you do is talk talk talk talk talk like 2Pac

In interviews so crass and ravenous

Passionately soaking me in old-fashioned adages

Reload, my ego is so damn savage

That it sometimes convinces me that I’m above average

Below madness, right here, right there

If I never heard your voice again I probably wouldn’t care

So just stare with the jolly crooked stare

Finding people like me in Hollywood is rare

See I don’t act, I don’t retract any statements

And I don’t give a fuck where all the cuteness in my face went

I got a belly and I’m balding on my skelly

And I’m not in need of food, love, or money so I’m wealthy

My well-being works like this, I’m satisfied with my life

Therefore I’m rich, get it?

[Hook]

Sweet love, won’t you please speak low?

You got a sweet love, won’t you please speak low?

You gotta hush, understand there ain’t no rush

And that my patience is a little too sensitive to touch

So sweet love, won’t you please speak low?

You got a sweet love, won’t you please speak low?

You gotta hush, understand there ain’t no rush

And now my patience is a little too sensitive to touch

[Verse 3: Mac Lethal]

Everybody’s fucking out their minds

Everybody’s acting like we’re running out of time

Like time is so precious, your patience is tested by this place

This place of rotten rancid faith

This taste, this cotton candy taste

Comes when I spew waste out over the boom bass

So let’s discuss time, I see you get upset when you gotta wait in line

When you’re in a traffic jam getting plagued with personal troubles

The whole entire universe is bursting your bubble

Like this world is yours, so selfishly sure that

Everybody’s else’s intentions are impure

The universe is shaped exactly like the earth

If you go straight long enough you’ll end up where you were

The only thing that matters is the changing of the shapes

If you want to time travel just stand in one place

[Hook]

Sweet love, won’t you please speak low?

You got a sweet love, won’t you please speak low?

You gotta hush, understand there ain’t no rush

And that my patience is a little too sensitive to touch

So sweet love, won’t you please speak low?

You got a sweet love, won’t you please speak low?

You gotta hush, understand there ain’t no rush

And now my patience is a little too sensitive to touch