Campana - I'm Down ft. MistaDC lyrics

I'm down What's this inside of me? Does it inspire me? Does it inquire to quiet me, or choir these People with the notes that's coming right out of me Would I say it so casually, if I made a big salary Keep on catching these calories, life portraying a gallery With people standing outside doors to the back of the alley streets Keep em waiting, take that little frustration, destroy it; be glad you made it Don't dare you drop out of high school, gone get your edumucation Complacent female relations is homicide I don't think ill handle sh** the day that my mama dies Why you gonna say that sh**, you ain't that kinda guy When the times getting rougher than ever that's when I call on my Savior for favors, and I admit it I'm kinda high Off indigenous trees, and medication that isn't mine And I'm knowing crazy, I've done some changing in little time Just a year ago, in summertime, I was super dry My life needed Jergens, I'm surely certain recalling on my Memory, nostalgia carried back to like mid-July n***a, that was my natural desire, just to get higher and higher Until I'm chillin on lesser planets with extra life But sh** I be saying they say be moving the paralyzed Everyday outfits are always draped with a pair of lies Complimented with stereotypes; brighten the darkening side As far as all we know, the place we call hell is paradise Chorus: And it got me like no, I ain't trying to go, I can't see what's on the other side, knowing that it might change my life When I'm ready to go, I'mma let you know Working to serve a purpose, the quicker I serve these sermons, give service those who earned, then I'm down Then I'm down (x4) Verse 2: Then I'm down, I'm out, referee come on and count me I'm young, I'm proud, I'm putting on for my county I huff, I puff, I'm blowing down all your houses Make clear to whoever resides, that the fire alarm was sounding I'm counting with speed of accountants, I get my re-ups in ounces This love I found is new-founded, I'm hoping that I don't drowned in that hate Take me back to the places that I rarely show my face And it's seemingly interesting they want cuts of that cake With a life full of gluttony, n***a look on your plate And the last of their worries is how they're stuffing their face Until you do em like Anthony Casey, get on their case, Until you get on their case And I made some mistakes, but I'm not human, lets all partake in communion Form a union, go on strike, to get higher pay It's gon be okay when life's approaching monotony Play this game for piece of papers you call it monopoly I'm aiming and motivating these people to coalesce She was an Ex X addict, just wanted to coexist So I turn on the mic, wan' make sure you recording this Materialism k**s, when you find out that more is less Make it hocus pocus, flows atrocious so bodacious, takes some focus All these loves songs we putting out is what making these females hopeless And sh**, maybe some of these fellas too I'm a prime example, did Marilyn Manson just manage to put a spell on you Repetition of Chorus