TOO LOW ft. $oLo Act, Provost & Hayden Forbes Lyrics

I should take my time before I lose my fuckin' mind

And I still won't play these games because I got nowhere to hide

Dead inside, what a ride

Man I thought of suicide

Is it fine, when I die

That you never, ever cry?

Fuck it

Back in the heat and I'm back in the shit

Beat up your dad and be back in a bit

Keep watchin' me and be back in the pit

Equality gets you stabbed in the tit

Maybe I'm angry at me

Maybe I'm not

Maybe I'm smokin' too much of the pot

What's in the box?

Is it my head?

I thought it was lost

Oh, they know

That we are too low

Too low

Oh, they know

That we are too low

Too low

Feelin' insane, a little deranged

Lead entered my mind again (Bah!)

Numbin' the pain, a lot of cocaine

It enters my sinuses

Trail o' propane, shootin' the flames

Into my brain and then

I met with the devil who's saying

"Your pen work is just a design, my friend"

Huh (huh)

Well is that so? (Is that so?)

No wonder I'm in the abyss with nowhere to go (Where am I?)

You see the shadows, they roam

The darkness: my second home

I'm done with feelin' expendable like Sylvester Stallone

I'm tryna feel like Rambo

Load the clip, unload the clip

And give the opps a halo

The way the bullets and the blood turn streets right into Van Gogh

The way I distance from my past

No wonder they call me "$oLo"

Cause the way I stay so low

Opps, they think it's a no-show (Agh)

Somersault right the whip like Max Payne in slo-mo

Chopper with a purple laser, call me Han Solo

Got my trigger finger hoppin' like that motherfuckin' stick is standin' on pogo

Oh, they know

That we are too low

Too low

Oh, they know

That we are too low

Too low

Discretion advised for this next part of the session please

Depression won't lie, it's really gettin' the best of me

This section finna be darker than a funeral procession be

Selflessly give you this message to not be affected by me

What is it mentally?

I feel so imprisoned to be

Continuously rippin' the nicotine and hittin' that wicked weed

Got me some Listerine to clean my breath and teeth

Just to make it seem like it ain't been sippin' on nips of whiskey this week

Procrasti-Nathan has a hyper-fascination

Why his bar can't seem to raise it

But he's always high and lazy

So it'd be crazy to lie and say "congratulations" ain't it?

Like when will he come to the realization

He's to blame for why he just be tankin'?

Oh, they know

They know

That we are too low

Too low

I'm feelin' a little rusty

Earl and Tyler gotta dust me off

And brush me off a microphone

Hydrocodone inside my bones (Woo)

Sike, false alarm

There's no prescriptions for aches in me

I'm too low for zero in my descriptions like it's '83

Now plain to see my misery is which could never cut the slack

I feel bombarded by daily tasks

And walkin' past my welcome mat (No!)

Am I just a recluse?

What should I do?

I'm crushed and trapped inside these walls

Twisted halls inside this pen

I wish I could just feel that spark again

Oh, they know

That we are too low

Too low

Oh, they know

That we are too low

Too low