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How could I be so down at a time like this, when I'm high like this |
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When the Billboard Charts when your major tours overseas when I fly like this |
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I be thinking about the people that need me |
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They needy and all of the pain that I might miss |
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Sooner or later it seeks me, reach me then bleed me, deep in the rain inside my pit |
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I'm going down now, because my mom frowns |
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In a research psychiatric center without her son around |
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And I'm deep off in this hole |
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When I'm out here rockin shows (they say) |
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I SHOULD BE HYPED CAUSE MY LIFE IS SO ROCK N ROLL |
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But I feel like the Grinch mixed with Ebenezer Scrooge |
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Let the fever ooze up out of me, clouded me never eager to |
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Let up when I'm in an interview, they probably thinkin they gonna hinder dude |
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Cause he be lookin like he might offend the rule |
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Never intricate to remember blues |
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Because he's always right here |
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With the Hennessy and light beer |
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Let it enter me and fight fear, yeah |
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I know I quit but I started back |
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The homey called the gat |
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And my bodyguard Nicholas just had a heart attack |
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[Chorus - Krizz Kaliko] |
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I'm sinking again, I'm drinking again |
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Drownin and wildin you breathin' again |
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It's easy to sin when you bleeding within' |
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Needin the grin, cheese and recede in the spin |
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Lower than low, lower than low |
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Thats how I feel in the morning |
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Lower than low, lower than low |
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That's how I sound when you callin' |
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Lower than low, lower than low |
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I'm high but feel like I'm falling I'm sorry but I'm feeling lower than low |
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[Verse 2 - Tech N9ne] |
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My smile is forced |
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My style is warped |
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Moraless corpse |
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Now that my really good pound is torched |
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I'm just gone with the wind and I'm home with the gin |
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To the dome when I spin |
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I'm a zone cause the phone must be roamin again |
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Another tone I'm alone now don't want me to spin |
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Time with I'm just mind this |
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Might find Miss N9ne missed |
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I find my mind in this line dish |
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Dine quick not even a second for mindless |
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IN A MIDDLE OF A TIME WHEN THE MUSICS FLYIN I'VE DEPLETED MY KINDNESS |
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Low like the grasses, low like po folks on grass shit |
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I'm so below the casket, ragged pulse uf the maggots |
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Why do I feel this illness, I'm lookin for somethin to come and kill this a little bit |
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I got my head in the hills cause the real shit is momma is sufferin takin pills with the stillness |
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And I feel it |
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I can't shake it |
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In any case my space is the basement |
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I cant erase my embrace of encasement |
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I'm chasin hatred my taste not complacin' |
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So as I go to the flo' |
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The industry finally opened the door |
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But now I'm in the motha****a all I feel is, low |
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[Chorus - Krizz Kaliko] |
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I'm sinking again, I'm drinking again |
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Drownin and wildin you breathin' again |
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It's easy to sin when you bleeding within' |
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Needin the grin, cheese and recede in the spin |
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Lower than low, lower than low |
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Thats how I feel in the morning |
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Lower than low, lower than low |
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That's how I sound when you callin' |
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Lower than low, lower than low |
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I'm high but feel like I'm falling I'm sorry but I'm feeling lower than low |