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Blaky Beats - Low Standards (Official Audio)

Written by Mohammed Abdallah AKA Blaky Beats Mixed and Mastered by Mohammed Abdallah AKA Blaky Beats Verse 1 Low bars, no scars, they don’t measure growth, Self-worth on a shelf like decorative soap. Chasing validation, pacing like ghosts, Haunted by attention but allergic to “no.” Mirror clearer — error in the era of thirst, Value get buried under bags and a purse. Rehearse little lines for a version of worth, Then the virtue reverse when the curtain disperse. Pretty poison, sugarcoat over the snake, Cold shoulders, polar motives over the face. Love like a lease — luxury week, Temporary tenancy, penalties cheap. We trade souls for the socials, Scroll goals over noble proposals. Want diamonds, not pressure. Want pleasure, not effort. Want presents, not presence. Loud in the crowd but alone in the quiet, Say they want peace but addicted to riots. Honest deception, bold contradictions, Post deep quotes for shallow attention. I see value in silence, See violence in trends. See kings build empires While clowns build a lens. Hook Low standards, high ceilings, Cold hearts dressed in warm feelings. Say “love” but we don’t mean it, Say “real” but we don’t live it. Low standards, high ceilings, Closed hands still reach for healing. Want gold but fold under pressure, Cheap talk, deep loss — no treasure. Verse 2 They want status, not stability. Vanity over vision vividly. Fantasy over family. Captions over consistency. Golden idols glowing on the timeline, Worship likes like it’s divine. Surface shining, purpose dying, Smiling outside, inside crying. Independent but depend on applause, Boss talk freeze when it’s flaws. Swipe right, slight life, digital laws, Strong on the gram, weak in the dark. Hearts like houses with no foundation, Basement flooded with old conversations. Roof on fire but pose for the photo, “Everything fine” — burning in slow-mo. Plastic passion packaged persuasive, Polished performance, patience performative. I don’t hate, I observe and warn, Storm been forming, warm in the norm. High value ain’t viral or loud, It’s built in private, not begged from a crowd. Hook Low standards, high ceilings, Cold hearts dressed in warm feelings. Say “love” but we don’t mean it, Say “real” but we don’t live it. Low standards, high ceilings, Closed hands still reach for healing. Want gold but fold under pressure, Cheap talk, deep loss — no treasure. Bridge Build slow — last long. Move quiet — that’s strong. Less flex — more depth. More truth — less text. Iron sharpen iron. Filters only blur. If love a war zone, Character the cure. Final Hook Low standards, high ceilings, Everybody searching for meaning. Raise bars, break cycles, Real love revival. Low standards, high ceilings, True worth don’t need appealing. When the bar rise, so do we — High value energy.