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[Verse 1: ~Tech N9ne~]
How could I be so down at a time like this, when I'm 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
I'm goin' down now, because my mom frowns..
In a research psychiatric center without a son around
And I'm deep off in this hole
When I'm 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 I'm up inteview they probably thinkin' they gonna hinder do
'Cuz he be lookin' like he might offend or rue
Never enter cause he remembers blues
Because he's 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

[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)
That' show 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)
I'm high but feel like I'm falling I'm sorry, but I'm feelin' lower than low

[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 hope with the gin
To the dome when I spin
I'm a zone cause the phone must be roamin' again
Another tone I'm 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' I'M DEPLETED MY KINDNESS

Low like the grasses, low like po folks on grass shit
I'm so blow the casket, ragged pulse of the maggots
Why do I feel this illness, I'm 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 can't shake it
In any case my space is the basement
I can't erase my embrace of encasement
I'm chasin' hatred my taste no complacin'
So as he go to the flow
The industry finally opened the door
But now I'm in the mothafucka all I feel is.. low