 (Verse 1 - Tech N9ne)
How could I be so down at a time like this, when im high like this..
When the billboard charts and your major tours overseas when i fly like this?
i put to thinkin about the people that need me
they needy and all of the pain, that i might miss..
sooner or later it seeks me reach me then bleed me, deep in the rain then sign my pic
im goin down now, because my mom frowns..
in a research psychiatric center without a son around
and im deep off in this hole
when im out here rockin shows ( they say.. )
I SHOULD BE HYPED 'CAUSE MY LIFE IS SO ROCK N ROLL..
but i feel like the grinch mixed with Ebenezer Scrooge
let the fever ooze up out of me cloudy me never eager too
let up when im up interview they probably thinkin they gonna hinder do
cuz he be lookin like he might offend or rue
never enter cause he remember blues
because is always right here
with the henessy and light beer
let it enter me and fight fear.. yea
i know i quit but i started back..
the homey caught a gat
and my bodyguard nickolas jus had a heart attack
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**Hook: KRIZZ KALIKO**
I'm sinking again, I'm drinking again
Drownin' & Wildin you breathin' again
Is Easy to sin when you bleeding within'
needin the grin, cheese & recede in the spend
( Low what a low, low what a low)
thats how i feel in the morning
( Low what a low, low what a low)
That's how i sound when you callin'
(Low what a low, low what a low)
Im high but feel like im falling im sorry but im feelin lower than low
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( VERSE 2 - TECH N9NE )
my smile is forced
my style is warped
morale is corpse
now that my really good pal is torched
i'm just gone with the wind & i'm home with the gin
to the dome when i spin
I'm a zone cause the phone must be roamin again
another tone im alone now don't want me to spin
time with i'm just mind this
might find miss nine missed
i find my mind in this line ditch
dine quick not even a second for mindless
IN A MIDDLE OF A TIME WHEN THE MUSICS FLYIN IM DEPLETED MY KINDNESS
low like the grasses, low like po folks on grass shit
i'm so below the casket, ragged pulse of the maggots
why do i feel this illness, im lookin for somethin to come n kill this a little bit
i got my head in the hills cause the real shit is momma is sufferin takin pills with the stillness
n i feel it
i cant shake it
in any case my space is the basement
i cant erase my embrace of encasement
im chasin hatred my taste not complacin
so as he go to the flow
the industry finally opened the door
but now im in the mothafucka all i feel is.. low
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