we give one sigh for the highs and lows

for the lows we will feel these woes

these feelings just aint for (show)

ohh

time for the soul to bleed slow

one more high then i swear we'll go

but for now 1 drink, 1 more

one high before we feel low

one sigh for the highs, we're low


We all get high and get Low

some live fast some dream slow

these feelins jus aint for show

1 drink and after that 1 more

and ima copa fit

cuss words with it

realize i might wanna quit

drop the mic and shit

keep thinking ill never fit

and walk away from a chance we missed

And he claims to quit
gave in never heard em spit
but he had a gift
but he cant resist from the doubt
that might persist
whats the point his mind insists
no ones listenin
the the dream he aint livin in
the nightmare within and the crowd isnt clappin
they aint here for his ass and
now what happened
back to the passion
back to the wall
back to the jack
back to the hall
back to the gin
and back to the cigs
back to the spins
it is what it is
and he couldnt stay up couldnt stabalize
the dream
with his mind all made up
couldnt shape up or keep it taped up
so he drank up and celebrates the fact that he gave up

We all get high and get Low

some live fast some dream slow

these feelins jus aint for show

1 drink and after that 1 more

and ima cop a fit

cuss words with it
realize i might wanna quit
drop the mic and shit
keep thinkin ill never fit
walk away from a chance we missed

they say all is possible in the right state of mind
but in a state that's mine
the lime light is hard to find
especially in a state of mind that is mine
packed up the talent with self esteem
I mean i couldn't make it happen the dream
based off an attitude allergic to the green
back to square 1 it would seem
no gleam, no chase for applause
i might of even forgot the cause
the cause of the mic
the words from his head
the motive for the hop
not only for the bread

instead blank face
no hope
no go no go no rope
no pull no rhymes to tote
even now forgetting here what I wrote

(chorus)