Depressive Tongue Posse - LOW lyrics

[Sharxxx] I'm drivin' thru the f**in' fog, thinkin' ‘bout my life How I went about it wrong, following the songs Now I'm livin' out this car, the road I'm on is long The flow I got is strong, but the hurricane of life much stronger So I been gettin' tougher Sometimes I wanna hide this damn head under the covers And I don't mean a bed, I'm talkin' I don't wanna suffer A bullet or a rope, man, one or the other I'm livin' like a dope fiend, I'm tired of needin' f**in' stacks The work week worse than any tremors from the crack And my back break daily, man I hope they pay me Some places I been got it feelin' like some open slavery You think I don't know what I'm f**in' sayin'? Check yo wages Is yo time worth as much as you makin'? And everybody need they bu*tons, buds in the ears Ay yo, I'm tryin' to tell you somethin', but no one stops the frontin' Why you wanna pay to be imprisoned in the internet? Why you gotta make it complicated, when it's simple sh**? Burnin' out yer mind, turns out yer blind Abandoned yo third eye, now it's just a little apple with a single bite And everybody says, ‘I know, I hate it too,' But then we got nothin' to do, and go and see what's on the tube And the cops is all crazed, you can see it on the news But our brains have been erased, so we sit lookin' confused I been gettin' low these days It's hard for me to mo-tee-vate So I'm sittin', and I'm smokin', and I'm thinkin' ‘bout the end of it Smokin' and I'm thinkin' ‘bout the end of it (The world, s**a) [Boy Froot] Yo I'm thinkin' ‘bout the end of my life, I don't wanna live Lookin' at the end of my knife, I don't wanna give Anything up, especially not my cup Cuz I pour my lean in it, b**h I'm so clean wit it When I rock jeans know they got the seams splitted N my balls hangin' out to the wall, bangin' now When I take a call you know I'm slangin' that loud Got my flip phone, Motorola, with the broken screen Bridgestone tires when I roll up on the scene I wanna k** myself, I ain't got nothin' else When I take a shot, you know I empty out the liquor shelf When my body rots, bet the flame gonna flicker out If you think I'm hot, then the rain gonna get ya now Smokin' and I'm thinkin' bout the end of my days Ya know my corpse is stinkin' when I send it ablaze I'ont have sh** ‘cept the pistol with the hollow tip Even if I miss ya, that don't mean I ain't gone getcha kid Lean, you know I'm ‘bouta sip, a queen is sittin' on my dick When I hit the scene I'm blowin' green, I roll a f**in' spliff But it doesn't help my suicidal tendencies Master of survival, keep on k**in' all my enemies Nah son you ain't no motherf**ing friend of me Barrel of the gun at my head, f**in' end it please Takin' some amphetamines, stealin' yo identity Ridin' and I'm dealin' wit these b**hes f**in' mentally