Fallin' off, I'll never know it
Speak up and you'll never know
Foreign car, heart in them
Slowly dying to my schedule
Basement drawers for my vegetable
LLC for my revenue
Wear it hard, now my wrist it blind me
When I'm lookin at it
It's that Livingston County pimp
I'm addicted to rockin' ice
Mentally I'm in hell
But in real life, I'm feeling alright
Really there ain't no cure for the blues
So gimmie that light
SESH up on my shoes
My mood's got to be right
I pour a cup and I roll one up
I'm feeling so low, low
I'm feeling sicker than ever before
I gotta go-go-go
I'm feeling so low, low
I gotta go-go-go
Say that the bad times always come when you least-least expect it
(When you least-least expect it)
Diamonds on my neck, and on my wrist
It's getting hectic
Fallin' off, I'll never know it
Speak up and you'll never know
Foreign car, heart in them
Slowly dying to my schedule