[Intro]
We either dying or going to jail tonight...
[Verse 1: Michael Barber]
Feeling low, getting hi
Walking slow, getting by
Look at time it's flying by
Tell me something, you ready to ride?
Pack your bags, you ready to go?
You can't say no
Blue pill, red pill, enter in the matrix
Enter in the game joined by the baseheads
Traces, tracers, trees and we laced it
Your mind racing, but it's stuck, face it
Back on the wall and you know you can't take it
[Hook: Shane Cobb]
Save me, help me somehow
I think I got a problem
Cause every time I'm feeling low
I got to get high
I'm crashing into a bottle
Save me, help me somehow
I think I got a problem
Cause every time I'm feeling low
I got to get high
I'm crashing into a bottle
[Verse 2: Matty Moe]
Got a lot of problems, let the d** and the bottle solve'em
If that don't work then I'm loading up this here revolver
Tired of all these bill collectors, job about to drive me crazy
This chick I F'ed a year ago said she about to have my baby
Sometimes life is too much, I can't deal
I'm driving off the edge somebody come grab the wheel
Soon as things look up they crash back to the ground
When things aren't right there is never no one around
Feeling like I'm in the ocean it's sink or swim
Done some things in my life, I won't do again
So I twist the top off another bottle of bourbon
Trying to drown my problems but I highly doubt it's even working
[Hook: Shane Cobb]
Save me, help me somehow
I think I got a problem
Cause every time I'm feeling low
I got to get high
I'm crashing into a bottle
Save me, help me somehow
I think I got a problem
Cause every time I'm feeling low
I got to get high
I'm crashing into a bottle