High N Low
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Some days yeah I feel low
And I complain till I get back home
Just stay in, for I'm alone
It's kinda strange but I get in my zone
I
Never ever
Say anything goot bout the weather
Couse it's raining on me all the time
I
Should know could know
That is be running solo, you know That i
hang low slowest tempo I can rhyme
Some days yeah I feel low
And I complain till I get back home
Just stay in, for I'm alone
It's kinda strange but I get in my zone
I feel like i've sold my soul
Staring at while wall
Wiaitng for chance
My big break, well arent we all
But too tired to think
My hands reach for a drink
To make the day go faster
Couse nine-five's a bastard
I could smuggle in a flask
And nobody woul ask
If i was a bit more relaxed
But im not like that
I dont have time to get addicted
I'm already conflicted
By smoking so much weed that I Should be convicted
And then sometimes
Its all in prespective
I can see a clear goal,
I can visualice my obectives
But my life's a joke
So I just lake another toke
It's all green and grey to me
Fifteen shades off a black comedy
yeah I feel low
And I complain till I get back home
Just stay in, for I'm alone
It's kinda strange but I get in my zone
Some days yeah I feel low
And I complain till I get back home
Just stay in, for I'm alone
It's kinda strange but I get in my zone
I
Never ever
Say anything goot bout the weather
Couse it's raining on me all the time
I
Should know could know
That is be running solo, you know That i
hang low slowest tempo I can rhyme
Some days yeah I feel low
And I complain till I get back home
Just stay in, for I'm alone
It's kinda strange but I get in my zone
I feel like i've sold my soul
Staring at while wall
Wiaitng for chance
My big break, well arent we all
But too tired to think
My hands reach for a drink
To make the day go faster
Couse nine-five's a bastard
I could smuggle in a flask
And nobody woul ask
If i was a bit more relaxed
But im not like that
I dont have time to get addicted
I'm already conflicted
By smoking so much weed that I Should be convicted
And then sometimes
Its all in prespective
I can see a clear goal,
I can visualice my obectives
But my life's a joke
So I just lake another toke
It's all green and grey to me
Fifteen shades off a black comedy
yeah I feel low
And I complain till I get back home
Just stay in, for I'm alone
It's kinda strange but I get in my zone
Some days yeah I feel low