Ruben Armstrong - Low lyrics

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] How could I be so down at a time like this, when I'm high like this? On the billboard charts, many major tours overseas, when I fly like this? I've been thinkin' about the people that need me They needy and all of the pain that I might miss Sooner or later it seeks me, reach me Then bleed me deep in the rain inside my pit I'm goin' down now, because my mom frowns In a research psychiatric center without her son around And I'm deep off in this hole, when I'm out here rockin' shows (They say) I should be hyped cause my life is so rock 'n roll! But I feel like The Grinch mixed with Ebenezer Scrooge Let the fever ooze, up out of me, clouded me, never eager to, let up When I'm in an interview, they probably thinkin' they gonna hinder dude Cause he be lookin' like he might offend the rule Never intricate to remember blues Because is always right here, with the Hennessy and light beer Let it enter me and fight fear, yeah I know I quit, but I started back, the homie caught a gat And my bodyguard Nicholas just had a heart attack [Hook: Krizz Kaliko] I'm sinkin' again, I'm drinkin' again Drownin' and wildin', you're breathin' again It's easy to sin when you're bleedin' within Needin' the grin, cheese and recede in the spend (Lower than low, lower than low) That's how I feel in the morning (Lower than low, lower than low) That's how I sound when you're callin' (Lower than low, lower than low) I'm high, but feel like I'm fallin' I'm sorry, but I'm feelin' lower than low! [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] My smile is forced, my style is warped Morale is corpse, now that my really good pal is torched I'm just gone with the wind, I'm home with the gin, to the dome when I spin I'm a zone cause the phone must be roamin' again Another tone, I'm alone now, don't want me to spin Time with I'm just mind this, might find Miss Nine missed I find my mind in this line dish, dine quick, not even a second for mindless In the middle of a time when the music's flyin' I've depleted my kindness! Low like the gra**es, low like poor folks on gra** sh** I'm so below the casket, ragged pulse of the maggots Why do I feel this illness? I'm lookin' for somethin' to come and k** this a little bit I got my head in the hills cause the real sh** is Momma is sufferin', takin' pills with the stillness And I feel it, I can't shake it, in any case my space is the basement I can't erase my embrace of encasement I'm chasin' hatred, my taste's not complacin' So as I go to the flo', the industry finally opened the do' But now I'm in the motherf**er, all I feel is.. Low [Hook]